Man, been workin hard all week
Monday to friday
Today, I guess I'm just goin do uh...
Man I guess I'm goin do nothing in particular
Anybody wants to come do that with me
Ya'll are welcome, c'mon
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Ain't doin nothing in particular just livin my life, I thank the lord for my friends, family, youngin's, and wife, another
day in the country and it sure feels good, ain't no hustle and bustle out here in the woods, just a lot of good folks, a lot
of hard work, a whole lot of love for the man above, everyday is a blessing I'm above the ground, around here folks wave when
you ride through town, ain't got no schedule for myself to do, might fire up the grill, or play some horseshoes, wherever im
at is right where ill be, so load up your trucks, and come hang with me, I'm doin...
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Now ya'll listen up, cuz I'm a tell you the truth, that there aint nothing better than jeans and boots, ridin' in a truck on
an old dirt road, and crankin' up Waylon on the radio, knowin' that tomorrow may or may not come, but today is all good out
here in the woods, life in the country is a blessin' ya'll, eatin' deep fried turkey with some dressin' ya'll, there aint no
reason for stressin' ya'll, just do what I do, and yall gonna have a ball, so dont take no plans on this here day, when they
ask you what your doin, this is what you say
just livin' and lovin', laughin' and thankin' god for the day, what else can I say, so load up your truck and come hang with
me, I'm doin nothing in particular, ya'll come see, I'm doin...
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Nothing in particular,
(we do this stuff all day)and I'm doin it all day long,
(Country girls come out and play, we always get it on this way)
a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta nothing in particular
(We can do this stuff all day)
and I do it well,
(country girls come out and play, we always get it on this way)
so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Tool Timer lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Darryl Worley)
He works nine to five, five to nine, 99 point 9 per cent of the time,
a motorhead with a bed in the back of his shop.
He’s got his eyes on the clock until that Snap-On truck comes.
He shops like a chick, he buys it all on credit, maxed out yeah, but he don’t regret it.
Cause he’s in high demand a mans man a modern day wrench slinger with a cellie in his hand
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst man he’ll jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl
He’s got about ten different 9/16’s, open end box and everything in between.
Penlight in his pocket, McGyver meets Crockett, if it takes a tool to do it right I guarantee ya he’s got it.
Has a tool box lined with gold with a centerfold foldout taped to the side so he’s good to go,
he’s standard and metric, hydraulic electric, daylight to dark shop doors open and he’s hectic.
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst man he’ll jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl.
One of those white tank top tight jean jaw dropping missus,
to knock him off his feet so sweet like mama’s country kisses.
Someone pretty as a pearl with bouncing blonde curls,
someone to rock his world and be a tool timer girl
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst he’ll just jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl
One of those white tank top tight jean jaw dropping missus,
to knock him off his feet so sweet like mama’s country kisses.
[Repeats]
a motorhead with a bed in the back of his shop.
He’s got his eyes on the clock until that Snap-On truck comes.
He shops like a chick, he buys it all on credit, maxed out yeah, but he don’t regret it.
Cause he’s in high demand a mans man a modern day wrench slinger with a cellie in his hand
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst man he’ll jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl
He’s got about ten different 9/16’s, open end box and everything in between.
Penlight in his pocket, McGyver meets Crockett, if it takes a tool to do it right I guarantee ya he’s got it.
Has a tool box lined with gold with a centerfold foldout taped to the side so he’s good to go,
he’s standard and metric, hydraulic electric, daylight to dark shop doors open and he’s hectic.
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst man he’ll jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl.
One of those white tank top tight jean jaw dropping missus,
to knock him off his feet so sweet like mama’s country kisses.
Someone pretty as a pearl with bouncing blonde curls,
someone to rock his world and be a tool timer girl
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst he’ll just jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl
One of those white tank top tight jean jaw dropping missus,
to knock him off his feet so sweet like mama’s country kisses.
[Repeats]
Cricket On A Line lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Rhett Akins)
I got a cricket on the line
And a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin
Everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin by my side
What else does a country boy need to survive
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Hey Yall, its me again
Time to get it on with my country friends
Got girls, got trucks, got mud,
Yall know whats up
Do you wanna know what its like to sip some
Moonshine by the moon light
Well come on down, well show you around
Load up the truck, take you into town
Head to miss bettys lunch is ready
Stop by the house, get mom and daddy
Drop em off there at the walmart
Got to get to the lake before it gets dark
Load the boat in
Call my friends
Make the first left when the black top ends
Ease on back bout a mile or two
Then you can see just what were doin
I got a cricket on the line
And a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin
Everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin by my side
What else does a country boy need to survive
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Yall have mercy
Here we are in the middle of field
Who needs a bar
This here is a country party
Yall get drunk and be somebody
I know you like my southern draw
Holla say yes mahm and yall
That's in my dna
Good god ol mighty is what i say
When I see those cursin boots
Flat bottomed girls and them daisy dukes
They sweeter then momma cobbler
Hold on a minute somethings pullin on my bobber
I think I got a bite
Heat the grease up fish fry tonight
So if you wanna see me and Rhett
Somewhere in the country is your best bet
I got a cricket on the line
And a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin
Everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin by my side
What else does a country boy need to survive
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
I got a cricket on the line
And a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin
Everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin by my side
What else does a country boy need to survive
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
I got a cricket on the line
And a bottle of shine
She Ain't Too Good For That lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Joe Nichols)
In her pinstriped suit she's so sophisticated she can't help it her diploma got her makin 200k while she's cruising in a jet black benz she can sip expensive wine and nibble cheese on a cracker in a pair of heels she climbs that corporate ladder but those go out the window but those go out the window on the weekend
[Chorus:]
That's when she drives barefeet likes to eat chicken with her fingers catch her down at wallys bar she's quiet the country singer she'll go cat fishing skinny dipping at the drop of a cowboy hat she ain't too good for that
In a Monday morning meeting she smokes the competition she's been known to dig an art exhibition Bethoven polo and now and then a good horse race she'll turn the nasdaq into cash like she's a magician knows politics better than a politician but she'd rather talk baseball anyday wanna play
[Repeat Chorus:]
She can say isn't or she can say ain't you can tell her she can but don't tell her she can't
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Chorus:]
That's when she drives barefeet likes to eat chicken with her fingers catch her down at wallys bar she's quiet the country singer she'll go cat fishing skinny dipping at the drop of a cowboy hat she ain't too good for that
In a Monday morning meeting she smokes the competition she's been known to dig an art exhibition Bethoven polo and now and then a good horse race she'll turn the nasdaq into cash like she's a magician knows politics better than a politician but she'd rather talk baseball anyday wanna play
[Repeat Chorus:]
She can say isn't or she can say ain't you can tell her she can but don't tell her she can't
[Repeat Chorus:]
Convoy lyrics - Colt Ford
(Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck,
You got a copy on me Pigpen? C'mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure.
By golly it's clean clear to Flagtown. C'mon.)
(Yeah, that's a big ten-four there Pigpen.
Yeah, we definitely got the front door good buddy.
Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy)
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin' logs
Cab over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We's headed for bear on I-10
About a mile outta Shaky Town
I says "Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck
And I'm about to put the hammer on down"
Coz we got a little convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a little ol' convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA
Convoy
(Ah, breaker,
Pigpen this here's the Duck and you wanna back off on them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here)
By the time we got into Tulsa town we had 85 trucks in all
But there's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf
And them bears's wall to wall
Yeah them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear in the air
I says Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck
We about to go a-huntin' bear
Coz we got a great big convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a great big convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA
Convoy
(Ah, you want to give me a ten-nine on that Pigpen?)
(Ah, negatory Pigpen, you're still too close.
Yeah them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses.
Mercy sake's you better back off another ten)
Well we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em sittin' on the scales
By the time we hit that Shi town
Them bears was a-gettin' smart
They brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard
There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps
And rigs of every size
Yeah them chicken coops was full of bears
And choppers filled the skies
Well we shot the line
We went for broke
With a thousand screaming trucks
And eleven longhaired friends of Jesus
In a chartreuse microbus
(Ah, Rubber Duck, this is Sodbuster. C'mon here?)
(Yeah, ten-four Sodbuster.
Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide jockey?)
(Yeah he's haulin' dynamite and he needs all the help he can get)
Well we laid a strip for the Jersey shore
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn't have a doggone dime
I says Pigpen this here's the Rubber Duck
We just ain't gonna pay no toll
So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight
I says, let them truckers roll, ten-four
Coz we got a mighty convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a mighty convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA
Convoy, convoy, convoy
(Ah, ten-four Pigpen. What's your twenty? OMAHA?
Well they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there, for sure.
Well mercy sake's good buddy, we gonna back on outta here,
So keep your thumbs off your glass and the bears off your... tail.
We'll catch you on the flip-flop.
This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. We gone. bye bye.)
You got a copy on me Pigpen? C'mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure.
By golly it's clean clear to Flagtown. C'mon.)
(Yeah, that's a big ten-four there Pigpen.
Yeah, we definitely got the front door good buddy.
Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy)
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin' logs
Cab over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We's headed for bear on I-10
About a mile outta Shaky Town
I says "Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck
And I'm about to put the hammer on down"
Coz we got a little convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a little ol' convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA
Convoy
(Ah, breaker,
Pigpen this here's the Duck and you wanna back off on them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here)
By the time we got into Tulsa town we had 85 trucks in all
But there's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf
And them bears's wall to wall
Yeah them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear in the air
I says Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck
We about to go a-huntin' bear
Coz we got a great big convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a great big convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA
Convoy
(Ah, you want to give me a ten-nine on that Pigpen?)
(Ah, negatory Pigpen, you're still too close.
Yeah them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses.
Mercy sake's you better back off another ten)
Well we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em sittin' on the scales
By the time we hit that Shi town
Them bears was a-gettin' smart
They brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard
There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps
And rigs of every size
Yeah them chicken coops was full of bears
And choppers filled the skies
Well we shot the line
We went for broke
With a thousand screaming trucks
And eleven longhaired friends of Jesus
In a chartreuse microbus
(Ah, Rubber Duck, this is Sodbuster. C'mon here?)
(Yeah, ten-four Sodbuster.
Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide jockey?)
(Yeah he's haulin' dynamite and he needs all the help he can get)
Well we laid a strip for the Jersey shore
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn't have a doggone dime
I says Pigpen this here's the Rubber Duck
We just ain't gonna pay no toll
So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight
I says, let them truckers roll, ten-four
Coz we got a mighty convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a mighty convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA
Convoy, convoy, convoy
(Ah, ten-four Pigpen. What's your twenty? OMAHA?
Well they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there, for sure.
Well mercy sake's good buddy, we gonna back on outta here,
So keep your thumbs off your glass and the bears off your... tail.
We'll catch you on the flip-flop.
This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. We gone. bye bye.)
Hip Hop In A Honky Tonk lyrics - Colt Ford
Red light, friday night, hittin' the town,
I had some George Strait crankin with the windows down, til this escalade,
Thumpin' bass, drowneded him out he was rattlin his rims and shakin the ground, oh hawh
I put my foot on the gas I didnt have to go far,
I found this funky little steel and fiddle redneck bar, the band was in the
Middle of "your cheatin heart", I bought a bag of tater chips and a PBR.
Settled down on a stool plannin on stayin, but when they took a break the DJ started playin...
Hip Hop in a Honkytonk, wait a minute hold the phone somethin's wrong
I came in here to hear a country song, not hip hop in a honkytonk
Now what do you think ole hank would say, it'd kill em if he still was alive today,
I bet money that hes rollin over in his grave, cuz hank sure as hell didnt do it that way
Hip hop in a honkytonk, ill give you twenty bucks in you turn that shit off,
You ask me it oughta be outlawed, hip hop in a honkytonk
When all of a sudden every girl in the club, got on the floor startin shakin her butt,
It was packed, it was stacked from the front to the back, this cowboy ain't seen nothing like that
Hip hop in a honkytonk, they were dancin like strippers but they kept their clothes on,
I'm starin to think that I might been wrong about hip hop in a honkytonk
Cuz when they move like that ill watch em all night long, hip hop in a honkytonk,
I gotta admit I'm havin second thoughts about hip hop in a honkytonk,
I came in here to hear a country song, but I'm diggin hip hop in a honkytonk
I had some George Strait crankin with the windows down, til this escalade,
Thumpin' bass, drowneded him out he was rattlin his rims and shakin the ground, oh hawh
I put my foot on the gas I didnt have to go far,
I found this funky little steel and fiddle redneck bar, the band was in the
Middle of "your cheatin heart", I bought a bag of tater chips and a PBR.
Settled down on a stool plannin on stayin, but when they took a break the DJ started playin...
Hip Hop in a Honkytonk, wait a minute hold the phone somethin's wrong
I came in here to hear a country song, not hip hop in a honkytonk
Now what do you think ole hank would say, it'd kill em if he still was alive today,
I bet money that hes rollin over in his grave, cuz hank sure as hell didnt do it that way
Hip hop in a honkytonk, ill give you twenty bucks in you turn that shit off,
You ask me it oughta be outlawed, hip hop in a honkytonk
When all of a sudden every girl in the club, got on the floor startin shakin her butt,
It was packed, it was stacked from the front to the back, this cowboy ain't seen nothing like that
Hip hop in a honkytonk, they were dancin like strippers but they kept their clothes on,
I'm starin to think that I might been wrong about hip hop in a honkytonk
Cuz when they move like that ill watch em all night long, hip hop in a honkytonk,
I gotta admit I'm havin second thoughts about hip hop in a honkytonk,
I came in here to hear a country song, but I'm diggin hip hop in a honkytonk
Ride On Ride Out lyrics - Colt Ford
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
It's got me walkin'
To the dirty south, dirty south
I said, I need a beat, I wanna rock the band
So I went and got the king of raisin' hell
Put on the deep thinner 250
In a big black truck with the ten inch lift
Hopped out to New York, big city of dreams
With my cowboy boots gonna do my thing
It's a country boy with the king of rock
And y'all can't stop this real hip-hop
It's Colt and DMC and it's all good
He's rippin' house Queens I'm straight up the wood
I'm just camouflage wearin', Rayban starin'
In my cowboy hat and it's like that
I'm gonna fight the power, kill in the flower
Any MC that wanna try me and D
Y'all better recognize the real ride on, ride out
Tell me how you feel
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From New York City
To the dirty south, dirty south
I can down from Herman's from over Elle
That's where my name is known so well
I'm in a black pick-up with a mini coat
Y'all all know that I ain't no joke
He came from Georgia crossin' the border
Heard some of y'all were getting out-of-order
Tell the reporters gonna be a slaughter
Put away the wife and hide your daughters
On points like this it's unstoppable
Toppin' these two minutes impossible
King DMC is remarkable
[?]
How he gonna stop it? With his gun.
When he pull his gun out
There's nowhere to run
Like the Gatling gun works from the tongue
And every battle we been in we always won
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From New York City
To the dirty south, dirty south
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From the east coast
To the west in the south
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
It's got me walkin'
To the dirty south, dirty south
I said, I need a beat, I wanna rock the band
So I went and got the king of raisin' hell
Put on the deep thinner 250
In a big black truck with the ten inch lift
Hopped out to New York, big city of dreams
With my cowboy boots gonna do my thing
It's a country boy with the king of rock
And y'all can't stop this real hip-hop
It's Colt and DMC and it's all good
He's rippin' house Queens I'm straight up the wood
I'm just camouflage wearin', Rayban starin'
In my cowboy hat and it's like that
I'm gonna fight the power, kill in the flower
Any MC that wanna try me and D
Y'all better recognize the real ride on, ride out
Tell me how you feel
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From New York City
To the dirty south, dirty south
I can down from Herman's from over Elle
That's where my name is known so well
I'm in a black pick-up with a mini coat
Y'all all know that I ain't no joke
He came from Georgia crossin' the border
Heard some of y'all were getting out-of-order
Tell the reporters gonna be a slaughter
Put away the wife and hide your daughters
On points like this it's unstoppable
Toppin' these two minutes impossible
King DMC is remarkable
[?]
How he gonna stop it? With his gun.
When he pull his gun out
There's nowhere to run
Like the Gatling gun works from the tongue
And every battle we been in we always won
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From New York City
To the dirty south, dirty south
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From the east coast
To the west in the south
Country Kids lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Rachel Farley)
'Round here we was raised in the church
We worked when we was hurt
And was proud of our dirt
God came first and He still does
Some things will always be just like they was
Life's still good 'round here everyday
Ask anyone, betcha they all say
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old back roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
Shellin' butter beans on the porch with Grandma
Learnin' how to cut the grass on the lap of Grandpa
On that old John Deere, Lord the thing still runs
Learned how to bait a hook and how to shoot a gun
Life's still good 'round here everyday
Ask anyone, I betcha they all say
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old back roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
From New York City to the Georgia pines
From Hollywood to the Bible belt
No ya'll we ain't too hard to find
No we ain't hard to find
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old dirt roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
Yeah from the moment we're born
Till we're a hundred and six
We'll always be country kids
We worked when we was hurt
And was proud of our dirt
God came first and He still does
Some things will always be just like they was
Life's still good 'round here everyday
Ask anyone, betcha they all say
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old back roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
Shellin' butter beans on the porch with Grandma
Learnin' how to cut the grass on the lap of Grandpa
On that old John Deere, Lord the thing still runs
Learned how to bait a hook and how to shoot a gun
Life's still good 'round here everyday
Ask anyone, I betcha they all say
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old back roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
From New York City to the Georgia pines
From Hollywood to the Bible belt
No ya'll we ain't too hard to find
No we ain't hard to find
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old dirt roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
Yeah from the moment we're born
Till we're a hundred and six
We'll always be country kids
Trailer Park Pulp Fiction lyrics - Colt Ford
Low cut jeans, camel toe seams
Baby didn't pass on the extra baked beans
I lust you, you lust me
It's redneck chemistry
Got checks to bounce, got an ax to grind
Got me on the bike, got you behind
Buy your mom a BOB and your dad some tissues
We got ideas and we got issues
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde
Romeo and Juliet better run it high
You got the look and you got the touch
Got moves so hot make a prison guard blush
Got no rules got no compunction
A product of good down home dysfunction
Straight off the farm, children of the corn
Get totaled, here comes the storm
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
We'll end up, in the sunset
In our pink lawn chairs
With plastic palm tress, a big screen TV
On parole in the middle if nowhere
Until we're there
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Baby didn't pass on the extra baked beans
I lust you, you lust me
It's redneck chemistry
Got checks to bounce, got an ax to grind
Got me on the bike, got you behind
Buy your mom a BOB and your dad some tissues
We got ideas and we got issues
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde
Romeo and Juliet better run it high
You got the look and you got the touch
Got moves so hot make a prison guard blush
Got no rules got no compunction
A product of good down home dysfunction
Straight off the farm, children of the corn
Get totaled, here comes the storm
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
We'll end up, in the sunset
In our pink lawn chairs
With plastic palm tress, a big screen TV
On parole in the middle if nowhere
Until we're there
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
We Like To Hunt lyrics - Colt Ford
[Verse:]
Gather round ya'll it's your redneck friend
I'm bout to show em how a country folks does it again
Ain't nothin' changed since you seen me last
Still livin' kinda slow, still talkin' kinda fast
Chasin' them turkeys, eatin' beef jerkey
Hangin' out down at the lake
Lookin' at Emmylou with a two piece on
And ain't nothin' on that girl fake
We don't need much here but fishin' poles and guns
And trucks with four wheel drives
Cause I'm into everything, to hear hank sing
Lord country folks can survive
We need to get on back to the simple life
And what made this country great
And that was helpin' each other lovin' our brother
Lord I just can't wait
[Chorus:]
We like to hunt (hunt)
Fish (fish)
Play out in the mud
That's the way we do round here
So now you know what's up
If you don't like what we do
Then go back to where you from
Cause we like to hunt (hunt)
Fish (fish)
Play out in the mud
[Verse:]
We all mud dig
And love frog giggin'
Catchin' fireflies in a mayonnaise jar
Creekside kissin' and large mouth fishin'
We just can't help it that's who we are
Zebco reelin' and shotgun shootin'
Catfish fryin' and a little boot scootin'
Come on everybody let's all get down
Show the city folks our country sound
It's a hootenanny, so bring your granny
Cause we have fun round here
And you can do anything that you want to
But honey just don't spill my beer
So just pass the shine and we'll all be fine
My granddaddy made that jug
And it's two hundred proof it'll blow off the roof
Cause that's just how grandpa does
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
Buck huntin, lord it's somethin'
Ain't nothin' like a big ole rack
And a coon dog treeing at 3am
It might make you have a heart attack
See we love skinny dipping
Goin' cow tippin'
Huntin' a big ole hog
Dogs start runnin'
Lord that's fun
You better watch out for that log
Let get on back to the tents and trucks
So light that bonfire out
So now ya'll know that's how we roll
So please fill up my cup
[Chorus]
Gather round ya'll it's your redneck friend
I'm bout to show em how a country folks does it again
Ain't nothin' changed since you seen me last
Still livin' kinda slow, still talkin' kinda fast
Chasin' them turkeys, eatin' beef jerkey
Hangin' out down at the lake
Lookin' at Emmylou with a two piece on
And ain't nothin' on that girl fake
We don't need much here but fishin' poles and guns
And trucks with four wheel drives
Cause I'm into everything, to hear hank sing
Lord country folks can survive
We need to get on back to the simple life
And what made this country great
And that was helpin' each other lovin' our brother
Lord I just can't wait
[Chorus:]
We like to hunt (hunt)
Fish (fish)
Play out in the mud
That's the way we do round here
So now you know what's up
If you don't like what we do
Then go back to where you from
Cause we like to hunt (hunt)
Fish (fish)
Play out in the mud
[Verse:]
We all mud dig
And love frog giggin'
Catchin' fireflies in a mayonnaise jar
Creekside kissin' and large mouth fishin'
We just can't help it that's who we are
Zebco reelin' and shotgun shootin'
Catfish fryin' and a little boot scootin'
Come on everybody let's all get down
Show the city folks our country sound
It's a hootenanny, so bring your granny
Cause we have fun round here
And you can do anything that you want to
But honey just don't spill my beer
So just pass the shine and we'll all be fine
My granddaddy made that jug
And it's two hundred proof it'll blow off the roof
Cause that's just how grandpa does
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
Buck huntin, lord it's somethin'
Ain't nothin' like a big ole rack
And a coon dog treeing at 3am
It might make you have a heart attack
See we love skinny dipping
Goin' cow tippin'
Huntin' a big ole hog
Dogs start runnin'
Lord that's fun
You better watch out for that log
Let get on back to the tents and trucks
So light that bonfire out
So now ya'll know that's how we roll
So please fill up my cup
[Chorus]
EP: "Country Is As Country" (2009)
- Buck 'Em lyrics - Colt Ford
- Huntin' The World lyrics - Colt Ford
- Big White Redneck lyrics - Colt Ford
- Dirt Road Anthem lyrics - Colt Ford
Buck 'Em lyrics - Colt Ford
Buck 'em!
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
I'ma nod and hold on til the day that I'm gone
Got on my Wrangler jeans with the Copenhagen ring
Boots by Rocky, damn right I'm cocky
Built Ford tough, ain't nothin' can stop me
So, ice the Bud Light, nod at the gate man
Down in the well or away from my hand
I'ma ride who I draw, for night moves to big bucks
Call (?), and tell 'em bring in the big trucks
I need help to carry all this cash
96 and a half on scene at the crash
Fire up the grill tell Johnsonville
Put some Brats on, we party all night long
It's Las Vegas baby, where the players play
PBR, VIP up in Mandalay Bay
Yeah I'm a cowboy, yeah I'm a roughneck
I wear Mossy Oak, I hunt with Bowtech
I ranch with Priefert, got me a Branson
A big tractor, fear is no factor
Call me on ED mobile 'cause I'm nationwide
It's the PBR baby, one hell of a ride!
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
The toughest sport on dirt
My middle name is Hurt, but still I
Rosin my glove, rodeo is my love
Drawin' neon nights and just a dream is fine
Spurin' for 8 seconds all that's on my mind
Gettin' hung up and hooked
That's just part of the deal
We got them dicky bull fighters and they harder than steel
This's as real as it gets
I pray nothin' will harm me
That's why we teamed up with the US Army
Call Enterprise if you needin' a ride
PBR Now.com will get you inside
So you can see the greatest show on dirt
Put your Stetson on, get your Cripple Creek Shirt
This's as real as it gets
They need a Rob Smets
Greg Crabtree from all the PBR
You the star that's still gon' shine
And every night this cowboy's gon' lay it on the line
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
This ain't no rodeo baby, this is the PBR
Toughest sport on dirt
I get Holst for the ride
I go by the name Colt Ford
What's up to BMW Hitches, Big Tex Trailers,
Fritos, my boys at Jack Daniels
Humberto, Daisy, Cabella
Don't forget about Yamaha
This is real men doin' cowboy thangs
Colt Ford and the PBR
We ain't never scared
Say I won't!
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
I'ma nod and hold on til the day that I'm gone
Got on my Wrangler jeans with the Copenhagen ring
Boots by Rocky, damn right I'm cocky
Built Ford tough, ain't nothin' can stop me
So, ice the Bud Light, nod at the gate man
Down in the well or away from my hand
I'ma ride who I draw, for night moves to big bucks
Call (?), and tell 'em bring in the big trucks
I need help to carry all this cash
96 and a half on scene at the crash
Fire up the grill tell Johnsonville
Put some Brats on, we party all night long
It's Las Vegas baby, where the players play
PBR, VIP up in Mandalay Bay
Yeah I'm a cowboy, yeah I'm a roughneck
I wear Mossy Oak, I hunt with Bowtech
I ranch with Priefert, got me a Branson
A big tractor, fear is no factor
Call me on ED mobile 'cause I'm nationwide
It's the PBR baby, one hell of a ride!
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
The toughest sport on dirt
My middle name is Hurt, but still I
Rosin my glove, rodeo is my love
Drawin' neon nights and just a dream is fine
Spurin' for 8 seconds all that's on my mind
Gettin' hung up and hooked
That's just part of the deal
We got them dicky bull fighters and they harder than steel
This's as real as it gets
I pray nothin' will harm me
That's why we teamed up with the US Army
Call Enterprise if you needin' a ride
PBR Now.com will get you inside
So you can see the greatest show on dirt
Put your Stetson on, get your Cripple Creek Shirt
This's as real as it gets
They need a Rob Smets
Greg Crabtree from all the PBR
You the star that's still gon' shine
And every night this cowboy's gon' lay it on the line
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
This ain't no rodeo baby, this is the PBR
Toughest sport on dirt
I get Holst for the ride
I go by the name Colt Ford
What's up to BMW Hitches, Big Tex Trailers,
Fritos, my boys at Jack Daniels
Humberto, Daisy, Cabella
Don't forget about Yamaha
This is real men doin' cowboy thangs
Colt Ford and the PBR
We ain't never scared
Say I won't!
Huntin' The World lyrics - Colt Ford
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
Everybody come gather round
Southern boys gon' lay it down
Better bring the kids, we gotta teach 'em
They're the future, we gotta reach 'em
We came to hunt, we brought some friends
Like Stone Cold Steve Austin
John Michael Montgomery might come on through
Picked here to hunt, right here for you
We've got the best poor staff around
Doug, Tom, and John coming to your town
With Troy Gentry, Brent, and Wooley
Josh and Heather, There's no one better
Old Mike Beatty, he's the man, the world record, y'all understand
With Greg Zipadelli, Hal and Ken
Come on y'all, let's go huntin' again
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
We lock and load, go do our thang
Huntin' the world for all kinds of game
Bears, boars, birds, bucks
Southern boys in camo trucks
Worldwide on the outdoor channel
So y'all tune in and bring a friend
We huntin' baby, fishin'?
Come on y'all let's southern style
Drink ya sweet tea up in the tree
Drop a 12-Point buck from a quarter mile
We bass fishin', hog huntin', turkey shootin',
Game runnin', mud boggin', camouflagin'
Puttin' it down, so y'all can watch it
Huntin' The World is the name of the show
Better ask somebody if you don't know
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
Everybody come gather round
Southern boys gon' lay it down
Better bring the kids, we gotta teach 'em
They're the future, we gotta reach 'em
We came to hunt, we brought some friends
Like Stone Cold Steve Austin
John Michael Montgomery might come on through
Picked here to hunt, right here for you
We've got the best poor staff around
Doug, Tom, and John coming to your town
With Troy Gentry, Brent, and Wooley
Josh and Heather, There's no one better
Old Mike Beatty, he's the man, the world record, y'all understand
With Greg Zipadelli, Hal and Ken
Come on y'all, let's go huntin' again
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
We lock and load, go do our thang
Huntin' the world for all kinds of game
Bears, boars, birds, bucks
Southern boys in camo trucks
Worldwide on the outdoor channel
So y'all tune in and bring a friend
We huntin' baby, fishin'?
Come on y'all let's southern style
Drink ya sweet tea up in the tree
Drop a 12-Point buck from a quarter mile
We bass fishin', hog huntin', turkey shootin',
Game runnin', mud boggin', camouflagin'
Puttin' it down, so y'all can watch it
Huntin' The World is the name of the show
Better ask somebody if you don't know
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
Big White Redneck lyrics - Colt Ford
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Lord I tried the best I could
I never really thought she would
Leave me for younger fella
Didn't take the time to tell her
'Bout all the good things she done
And how she was my only one
True love, best friend, huntin' buddy gettin' muddy
She was everything to me
Guess I just couldn't see
What it was she was missin'
Slow dancin' and long kissin'
Dinner on a friday night
Wine by the candle light
Now I'm just sittin' here
Cryin' in my beer
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Now I'm layin' drunk in the floor
Yellin' lookin' at the door
I called her mama and her sister
Told 'em that I really missed her
I guess I know what kinda gone
She ain't never comin' home
Back to bein' all alone
My life is like a sad song
Every time I hear her name
I realize what a shame
Now I'm just old news
Dealin' with these danged ole blues
This big white redneck's got the blues
Lord o' mercy this pain really hurts me y'all
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
I don't know what to do
I'm never gettin' over you
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze (That's right)
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Yeah this woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze (That's right)
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Well we're gonna see if it'll cure me
Matter of fact I'm cured now
I'm gonna call your sister
I might even call your mama
That's right
What's that number
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Lord I tried the best I could
I never really thought she would
Leave me for younger fella
Didn't take the time to tell her
'Bout all the good things she done
And how she was my only one
True love, best friend, huntin' buddy gettin' muddy
She was everything to me
Guess I just couldn't see
What it was she was missin'
Slow dancin' and long kissin'
Dinner on a friday night
Wine by the candle light
Now I'm just sittin' here
Cryin' in my beer
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Now I'm layin' drunk in the floor
Yellin' lookin' at the door
I called her mama and her sister
Told 'em that I really missed her
I guess I know what kinda gone
She ain't never comin' home
Back to bein' all alone
My life is like a sad song
Every time I hear her name
I realize what a shame
Now I'm just old news
Dealin' with these danged ole blues
This big white redneck's got the blues
Lord o' mercy this pain really hurts me y'all
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
I don't know what to do
I'm never gettin' over you
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze (That's right)
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Yeah this woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze (That's right)
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Well we're gonna see if it'll cure me
Matter of fact I'm cured now
I'm gonna call your sister
I might even call your mama
That's right
What's that number
Ride Through The Country lyrics - Colt Ford (with John Michael Montgomery)
[Intro]
Thank Yall, How Yall Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from,
the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me, he's gunna play a lil guitar and sing a lil bit.
Im gunna do a lil sumthin for yall called ride through the country, let's go John.
[Verse 1]
Down the road where the black top ends, you can find Colt Ford with all his friends, we're used to gravel roads, and fishin'
with cane poles, wasn't no swimmin' pools, jus swimmin' holes.
We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised, I've been came a long way since back in them days, been 'round the world
twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates, there aint nuthin wrong with them big
city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country nights, where I can see the darkness come in and go
Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow, you can leave your door open, aint nuttin' gunna happen, most country folks
sing, but I couldn't, so I'm rappin, I wanna show yall where I come from, and invite yall all down to any country town
[Chorus]
Now before I pack and things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time,
that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so
don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
[Verse 2]
Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am, he's country, and he's rappin' we gotta play him, folks been waitin for some one like me, to
give 'em some heart beats and spit that country
My jeans don't sag, they fit, they kinda tight, got on a white t-shirt, no nothin' but work.
Daylight til dark, that's how I was bread, and I'll keep bein' country til the day I'm dead
See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and
hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord and believe in doin' right,
Got 4-wheel drives, some got mud on 'em, you can keep your rolls roice, cuz baby, we don't want 'em!
So now yall all know exactly who I am, and if you aint into that, I don't give a damn!
[Chorus]
Now before I pack and things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time,
that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so
don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
[Verse 3]
You might see my on your t.v, but honey, that don't mean a thing, you see, I'm still that same 'ol country boy, and that's
all I'll ever be, and sometime, those bright lights blind me, and make it hard for me to see, but when I need to be reminded,
I take a ride through the country
[Verse 4]
At about 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a
cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models, we don't care where ya from, as long as you polite, cuz push come to
shove and every one of us will fight
We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt came here to give yall fair warnin', country folks wont be pushed around, and
theres some of us livin' in every town, we believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A, work hard for what you want, it's the
American way, no body owe you nothin' supposed to earn your keep, but in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
I know some of yall think Colt's kinda odd, but I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God!
[Chorus]
Now before I pack and things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time,
that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so
don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
Thank Yall, How Yall Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from,
the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me, he's gunna play a lil guitar and sing a lil bit.
Im gunna do a lil sumthin for yall called ride through the country, let's go John.
[Verse 1]
Down the road where the black top ends, you can find Colt Ford with all his friends, we're used to gravel roads, and fishin'
with cane poles, wasn't no swimmin' pools, jus swimmin' holes.
We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised, I've been came a long way since back in them days, been 'round the world
twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates, there aint nuthin wrong with them big
city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country nights, where I can see the darkness come in and go
Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow, you can leave your door open, aint nuttin' gunna happen, most country folks
sing, but I couldn't, so I'm rappin, I wanna show yall where I come from, and invite yall all down to any country town
[Chorus]
Now before I pack and things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time,
that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so
don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
[Verse 2]
Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am, he's country, and he's rappin' we gotta play him, folks been waitin for some one like me, to
give 'em some heart beats and spit that country
My jeans don't sag, they fit, they kinda tight, got on a white t-shirt, no nothin' but work.
Daylight til dark, that's how I was bread, and I'll keep bein' country til the day I'm dead
See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and
hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord and believe in doin' right,
Got 4-wheel drives, some got mud on 'em, you can keep your rolls roice, cuz baby, we don't want 'em!
So now yall all know exactly who I am, and if you aint into that, I don't give a damn!
[Chorus]
Now before I pack and things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time,
that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so
don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
[Verse 3]
You might see my on your t.v, but honey, that don't mean a thing, you see, I'm still that same 'ol country boy, and that's
all I'll ever be, and sometime, those bright lights blind me, and make it hard for me to see, but when I need to be reminded,
I take a ride through the country
[Verse 4]
At about 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a
cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models, we don't care where ya from, as long as you polite, cuz push come to
shove and every one of us will fight
We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt came here to give yall fair warnin', country folks wont be pushed around, and
theres some of us livin' in every town, we believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A, work hard for what you want, it's the
American way, no body owe you nothin' supposed to earn your keep, but in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
I know some of yall think Colt's kinda odd, but I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God!
[Chorus]
Now before I pack and things and leave, there's sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time,
that's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so
don't you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I'm from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
Mr. Goodtime lyrics - Colt Ford
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I said hey good looking what's on your mind. Is there something I can help you find?
She said "I'm looking for a man for me and my kid."
I said honey he ain't here but a good time is.
She smiled and asked me if could show her one
I said take my hand darling let's start the fun.
I asked her name and she asked me mine
I said honey they call me MR. Goodtime.
[Chorus]
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I got a four wheel drive parked right outside
And you can feel when it comes to speed
So if you're looking for that goodtime
Baby get with it take my hand
And just come to me
Well all have mercy look what just walked in
It was tall red head with a brunette friend
I said hey there ladies. Yall anit from round here.
They said we just passing thru wont you buy us a beer.
Yes ma'm I will. I'll even buy yall a shot.
They said we wanna get wild is this the right spot?
I said ladies you're in luck. Everything that you find
By the way the girls call Mr. Goodtime.
[Chorus]
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I got a four wheel drive parked right outside
And you can feel when it comes to speed
So if you're looking for that goodtime
Baby get with it take my hand
And just come to me
When I hear last call I know it's time to ride
I can fit half a dozen in my four wheel drive
If you wanna see why I got em standing inline
Come on take a ride with Mr. Goodtime
[Chorus]
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I got a four wheel drive parked right outside
And you can feel when it comes to speed
So if you're looking for that goodtime
Baby get with it take my hand
And just come to me
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I said hey good looking what's on your mind. Is there something I can help you find?
She said "I'm looking for a man for me and my kid."
I said honey he ain't here but a good time is.
She smiled and asked me if could show her one
I said take my hand darling let's start the fun.
I asked her name and she asked me mine
I said honey they call me MR. Goodtime.
[Chorus]
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I got a four wheel drive parked right outside
And you can feel when it comes to speed
So if you're looking for that goodtime
Baby get with it take my hand
And just come to me
Well all have mercy look what just walked in
It was tall red head with a brunette friend
I said hey there ladies. Yall anit from round here.
They said we just passing thru wont you buy us a beer.
Yes ma'm I will. I'll even buy yall a shot.
They said we wanna get wild is this the right spot?
I said ladies you're in luck. Everything that you find
By the way the girls call Mr. Goodtime.
[Chorus]
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I got a four wheel drive parked right outside
And you can feel when it comes to speed
So if you're looking for that goodtime
Baby get with it take my hand
And just come to me
When I hear last call I know it's time to ride
I can fit half a dozen in my four wheel drive
If you wanna see why I got em standing inline
Come on take a ride with Mr. Goodtime
[Chorus]
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I got a four wheel drive parked right outside
And you can feel when it comes to speed
So if you're looking for that goodtime
Baby get with it take my hand
And just come to me
No Trash In My Trailer lyrics - Colt Ford
[Verse 1]
Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive.
Got a mean ass dog whose name is Sickem Sam.
I got a motor hangin from a tree, a satellite dish and a trampoline.
A sixty-eight red chevelle, been known to raise a little hell.
All night, bar fightin some of you all say I ain't liven right
Eat butterbeans and fried spam. But I ain't what you all say I am.
[CHORUS]
Cause there ain`t no trash in my trailer.
Though you might find an empty can of beer.
No there ain`t been no trash in my trailer oh no.
Since the day I threw you out of here.
[Verse 2]
I burn my trash in a drum. Sometimes I shoot my gun.
I'm mud boggin, camouflagen, a ball game is what I'm watchen. I work
hard, mow the yard, fish, hunt, knuckle scar, change oil, plow the soil, love a boat country boy.
I wear a suit to church and stuff and Daddy's the one that made me tuff.
He told me son, don't be ashamed of who you are and our family name.
I'm makin it proud, sayin it loud, doin my thing a country crowd.
I tell you the truth and don't give a damn. But I ain`t what you all say I am.
[CHORUS x2]
No theres no trailer trash livin here.
It's pretty damn spotless around here now Uncle Mike Ain`t no trash in my trailer.
Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive.
Got a mean ass dog whose name is Sickem Sam.
I got a motor hangin from a tree, a satellite dish and a trampoline.
A sixty-eight red chevelle, been known to raise a little hell.
All night, bar fightin some of you all say I ain't liven right
Eat butterbeans and fried spam. But I ain't what you all say I am.
[CHORUS]
Cause there ain`t no trash in my trailer.
Though you might find an empty can of beer.
No there ain`t been no trash in my trailer oh no.
Since the day I threw you out of here.
[Verse 2]
I burn my trash in a drum. Sometimes I shoot my gun.
I'm mud boggin, camouflagen, a ball game is what I'm watchen. I work
hard, mow the yard, fish, hunt, knuckle scar, change oil, plow the soil, love a boat country boy.
I wear a suit to church and stuff and Daddy's the one that made me tuff.
He told me son, don't be ashamed of who you are and our family name.
I'm makin it proud, sayin it loud, doin my thing a country crowd.
I tell you the truth and don't give a damn. But I ain`t what you all say I am.
[CHORUS x2]
No theres no trailer trash livin here.
It's pretty damn spotless around here now Uncle Mike Ain`t no trash in my trailer.
Cold Beer lyrics - Colt Ford (with Jamey Johnson)
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring em, hey we ain't gonna leave
Well good god o' mighty, there's a party in here. lord have mercy, I'm thirsty pass me a beer
Been working all day, bout ready to play. I done called all my boys and they on their way.
And we ain't goin home til the sun come up, and if I'm too drunk to drive I'll just sleep in my truck
Won't be the first time, sure not the last. got my eye on that blonde with the heart shaped ass
She been lookin at me since I walked in the door.
Bout time for ole Colt to twirl her round the dance floor
See if she got a thing for them ole cowboys who like to fight, raise hell, and make alot of noise
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring em, ya'll we ain't gonna leave
Well here's the situation, the blonde wasn't cooking
But she came with a friend who was just as goodlooking
So I eased on over with a bottle of bud, looked her right in the eye, said little lady what's up?
D'you like country boys with a southern drawl who fish, hunt, and fight, say yes ma'am and ya'll?
If so then I might be just your type, if not what the hell? darlin I won't tell
Now me and you can ease on outta here, my truck is out front I got a cooler of beer
And I'd love to take you for a bite to eat, waffle house is still open right down the street
It's only on me I got plenty of cash. I might fight a grizzly bear for a piece of that ass.
As a matter of fact, run and get your friends, I'll round up the boys we can make some noise
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring em, ya'll we ain't gonna leave
C'mon
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time
That neon says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring em, hey we ain't gonna leave
Well good god o' mighty, there's a party in here. lord have mercy, I'm thirsty pass me a beer
Been working all day, bout ready to play. I done called all my boys and they on their way.
And we ain't goin home til the sun come up, and if I'm too drunk to drive I'll just sleep in my truck
Won't be the first time, sure not the last. got my eye on that blonde with the heart shaped ass
She been lookin at me since I walked in the door.
Bout time for ole Colt to twirl her round the dance floor
See if she got a thing for them ole cowboys who like to fight, raise hell, and make alot of noise
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring em, ya'll we ain't gonna leave
Well here's the situation, the blonde wasn't cooking
But she came with a friend who was just as goodlooking
So I eased on over with a bottle of bud, looked her right in the eye, said little lady what's up?
D'you like country boys with a southern drawl who fish, hunt, and fight, say yes ma'am and ya'll?
If so then I might be just your type, if not what the hell? darlin I won't tell
Now me and you can ease on outta here, my truck is out front I got a cooler of beer
And I'd love to take you for a bite to eat, waffle house is still open right down the street
It's only on me I got plenty of cash. I might fight a grizzly bear for a piece of that ass.
As a matter of fact, run and get your friends, I'll round up the boys we can make some noise
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring em, ya'll we ain't gonna leave
C'mon
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time
Never Thought lyrics - Colt Ford
[Verse 1]
Lord things have changed since we first met
We been down a long road that's filled with regret
It's hard to forget and even harder to forgive
Torn between love and what I need to live
Darling I wish I could be more than I am
Just and old cowboy and almost a broken man
But everything I love I lose
Bulls & broncs, broken bones & booze
Seemed to me the only way that I know
I've hit bottom baby girl nowhere else to go
It's hard to see right when all you've done is wrong
Hard to hang on when all you got is gone
This cowboy life gave me a heart of stone
This cowboy life tore up our home
This cowboy life is all I've ever known
This cowboy life has left me all alone
[Chorus]
Never thought it would happen like this
Never thought it was you I'd miss
Came around and touched my soul
I put all my plans on hold
Everything is falling down
Thought you would have come around
Can't you see what's goin' on?
It's so hard to hang on
[Bridge]
When I start to fall asleep
I think of how we used to be
You're in my heart you're in my soul
You're everything I've ever known
I think about you all the time
Don't you know that I'd give my life
To have you stand next to me
Right here by my side
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Where did we go wrong? What did we do right?
Tell me it's alright to push our pride aside
Life without you ain't what I thought it would be
When you lying there with here do you ever wish it was me?
Can you forgive me for everything I did and didn't do?
Understand this way of life is all I ever knew
I was raised to be tough, keep my feelings inside
Never to back down, all you have is your pride
I know what it takes to cover the whole (...)
But being a one woman man was never part of my plan
Life without love is just another sad song
Doin' all that I can but it's hard to hang on
[Bridge]
All we have in life is love
But you never even gave none
So now I'm standing on my own
Don't really care if you ever come home
[Chorus]
Lord things have changed since we first met
We been down a long road that's filled with regret
It's hard to forget and even harder to forgive
Torn between love and what I need to live
Darling I wish I could be more than I am
Just and old cowboy and almost a broken man
But everything I love I lose
Bulls & broncs, broken bones & booze
Seemed to me the only way that I know
I've hit bottom baby girl nowhere else to go
It's hard to see right when all you've done is wrong
Hard to hang on when all you got is gone
This cowboy life gave me a heart of stone
This cowboy life tore up our home
This cowboy life is all I've ever known
This cowboy life has left me all alone
[Chorus]
Never thought it would happen like this
Never thought it was you I'd miss
Came around and touched my soul
I put all my plans on hold
Everything is falling down
Thought you would have come around
Can't you see what's goin' on?
It's so hard to hang on
[Bridge]
When I start to fall asleep
I think of how we used to be
You're in my heart you're in my soul
You're everything I've ever known
I think about you all the time
Don't you know that I'd give my life
To have you stand next to me
Right here by my side
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Where did we go wrong? What did we do right?
Tell me it's alright to push our pride aside
Life without you ain't what I thought it would be
When you lying there with here do you ever wish it was me?
Can you forgive me for everything I did and didn't do?
Understand this way of life is all I ever knew
I was raised to be tough, keep my feelings inside
Never to back down, all you have is your pride
I know what it takes to cover the whole (...)
But being a one woman man was never part of my plan
Life without love is just another sad song
Doin' all that I can but it's hard to hang on
[Bridge]
All we have in life is love
But you never even gave none
So now I'm standing on my own
Don't really care if you ever come home
[Chorus]
Saddle Up lyrics - Colt Ford
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
You thought your boy Colt Ford was just a country clown
That bails hay all day and don't know how to get down
Ain't none of ya'll messing with this country sound
Them boys sent me with some new country
We rock Fords and lift kits with gun racks and mud on 'em
Ain't scared of nothing so don't push the button
Like them long legged girls with curls and tight jeans
And they love cold beer round here with chicken wings
Baby this new country is all about me but I love some Johnny Cash, Waylon, and Willie.
Respect the old school and make room for the new
Now tell me you don't love what this country boy can do
Go get the skoal spit with the lighter style
Big boy so cool I make all them girls smile
So tell me what you need and old Colt will make it happen
Thangs is changing we got a country boy rappin'
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
When they talk about the south they call it dirty baby
We was raised on cheese grits biscuits and gravy
We say sir and ma'am and we don't give a damn
If you like it or not we gonna hold our spot
Give me crown and coke or maybe jack and sprite
A case of Coors light and its on tonight
We talking about a party down on Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble we don't mean no harm
That's just how we do so tell me what you want
Some say they will but still most won't
Keep it banging till the sun come up hear the rooster crow then its time to go
Cause there's horses that need breakin' and cows that need pennin'
I do what it takes to keep them girls grinnin'
Every girl crazy about a bow legged boy
In tight jeans and boots that rope rides the chutes
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Its about to go down it's the low down
Go on and spread the word we about to have a ho down
It's a party at Colt crib baby come by
You wanna saddle up I'll give you one try
And you a cowgirl so I know you know
How to hold on and ride like the rodeo
We ain't done yet your pretty silhouette
I'm hoping me and you can ride off in the sunset
I wanna get you all alone girl I can't wait to
Get you to my home I've got 35 acres
It's not quite 40 but I'm hung like a mule
And if you got some friends then they can come too
We do it like they do it on the ponderosa
With a bunch of alcohol and my guns in holsters
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
You thought your boy Colt Ford was just a country clown
That bails hay all day and don't know how to get down
Ain't none of ya'll messing with this country sound
Them boys sent me with some new country
We rock Fords and lift kits with gun racks and mud on 'em
Ain't scared of nothing so don't push the button
Like them long legged girls with curls and tight jeans
And they love cold beer round here with chicken wings
Baby this new country is all about me but I love some Johnny Cash, Waylon, and Willie.
Respect the old school and make room for the new
Now tell me you don't love what this country boy can do
Go get the skoal spit with the lighter style
Big boy so cool I make all them girls smile
So tell me what you need and old Colt will make it happen
Thangs is changing we got a country boy rappin'
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
When they talk about the south they call it dirty baby
We was raised on cheese grits biscuits and gravy
We say sir and ma'am and we don't give a damn
If you like it or not we gonna hold our spot
Give me crown and coke or maybe jack and sprite
A case of Coors light and its on tonight
We talking about a party down on Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble we don't mean no harm
That's just how we do so tell me what you want
Some say they will but still most won't
Keep it banging till the sun come up hear the rooster crow then its time to go
Cause there's horses that need breakin' and cows that need pennin'
I do what it takes to keep them girls grinnin'
Every girl crazy about a bow legged boy
In tight jeans and boots that rope rides the chutes
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Its about to go down it's the low down
Go on and spread the word we about to have a ho down
It's a party at Colt crib baby come by
You wanna saddle up I'll give you one try
And you a cowgirl so I know you know
How to hold on and ride like the rodeo
We ain't done yet your pretty silhouette
I'm hoping me and you can ride off in the sunset
I wanna get you all alone girl I can't wait to
Get you to my home I've got 35 acres
It's not quite 40 but I'm hung like a mule
And if you got some friends then they can come too
We do it like they do it on the ponderosa
With a bunch of alcohol and my guns in holsters
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Saddle up
Waffle House lyrics - Colt Ford
See me and my ole lady we been fightin a bunch. And I aint quite sure but I got me a hunch. Now I know I been drinkin but
im thinkin kinda clear. This is the truth and I aint leavin this booth. Until I tell everybody exactly what she done. I
done called my boy's son and told him bring my gun. I'm tryin to figure out exactly what went wrong. My workin day like the
dark to give her a nice home. I aint never been the type to ask for to much. Just a meal now and then and sometimes a slow
touch. Tell me what to do man whata ya think. I know the waitress and the cook and they dont care if we drink. I'm just
tryin to make sence outta all this shit. Lord I'm not a violent man but the guns in my hnad. Should I stay or should I go
or just let it be. Lord the cheatin woman will be the death of me.
Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.
Man my whole world is upside down. I guess I'm about to be the laughing stock of the town. I heard form my cousin its a
dozen or more. And I found the Sheriffs badge on the bedroom floor. And ole boy from church said he saw her with the
preacher 40 miles from here in a bar drinkin beer. She told me she was havin lunch with her sister. I was home cleanin up
wishin I didnt miss her. See love will bring you home but lies brought me here. Heard her and the town Judge been at it for
a year. I rekon you cant make a whore a house wife. But I dam sure tried even when she lied. Now I'm sittin here starin at
this plate of grits. Thinkin about goin put a bullet in that bitch. Maybe I should shoot everyone of them fellas. But
come to think of it son I really aint jelious. Matterfact let me thank yall for makin it clear. Hell fix me a patty melt
son pour me a beer. Now I'm scattered, smothered, and and happy to be free. To hell with cheap women yall heard it from me.
Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.
Meet me at the one off 28. My guns in the closet. Under my bad company tapes. And grab that moonshine sittin on the
freezer. Its gona easy the pain. The next time I see her.
Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.
im thinkin kinda clear. This is the truth and I aint leavin this booth. Until I tell everybody exactly what she done. I
done called my boy's son and told him bring my gun. I'm tryin to figure out exactly what went wrong. My workin day like the
dark to give her a nice home. I aint never been the type to ask for to much. Just a meal now and then and sometimes a slow
touch. Tell me what to do man whata ya think. I know the waitress and the cook and they dont care if we drink. I'm just
tryin to make sence outta all this shit. Lord I'm not a violent man but the guns in my hnad. Should I stay or should I go
or just let it be. Lord the cheatin woman will be the death of me.
Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.
Man my whole world is upside down. I guess I'm about to be the laughing stock of the town. I heard form my cousin its a
dozen or more. And I found the Sheriffs badge on the bedroom floor. And ole boy from church said he saw her with the
preacher 40 miles from here in a bar drinkin beer. She told me she was havin lunch with her sister. I was home cleanin up
wishin I didnt miss her. See love will bring you home but lies brought me here. Heard her and the town Judge been at it for
a year. I rekon you cant make a whore a house wife. But I dam sure tried even when she lied. Now I'm sittin here starin at
this plate of grits. Thinkin about goin put a bullet in that bitch. Maybe I should shoot everyone of them fellas. But
come to think of it son I really aint jelious. Matterfact let me thank yall for makin it clear. Hell fix me a patty melt
son pour me a beer. Now I'm scattered, smothered, and and happy to be free. To hell with cheap women yall heard it from me.
Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.
Meet me at the one off 28. My guns in the closet. Under my bad company tapes. And grab that moonshine sittin on the
freezer. Its gona easy the pain. The next time I see her.
Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.
Twisted lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Tim McGraw)
Oh oooo oh
It aint rained in a month
Mama done took a job part time at the five and dime
Lord, times is hard, Daddy's pride is really hurtin', feelin' less than a man.
Workin dark to dark, how much more can he stand?
I aint never seen him cry now I'm 17
Quarterback, first train, gave my high school ring
to the prettiest little girl, green eyes and red hair.
I think I might ask her to marry me tonight at the fair.
I aint never been so torn, should I stay or leave?
Get out of this small town, am I lettin' 'em down?
I could even play ball somewhere in the fall.
Live the big city life, I guess I could have it all..
[CHORUS:]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted.
Man, how do you decide between real life and a dream?
Lovin' ya Ma and Pa, ya girl, and ya team
Trying to figure out the next move to make,
trying to figure out the right road to take.
Dying to get out, but still afraid to roam.
Is it wrong to wanna leave the only place I've known?
Life as I know it is just simple and plain:
Chores, school, and practice, everyday is the same.
I'm tired of the routine and everyone knowing me.
I'm dreaming of everything the t.v. is showing me.
They promised me a full ride to UCLA,
but that's a whole 'nother world for small town G.A.
Lord, I'm askin', I hope you hear my prayer
cuz I'm torn between here and what I see over there.
I pray someway that you could give me a sign.
Tell me which way to go cuz I sure don't know.
[CHORUS:]
I dont know [sang in background]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted.
Lord, we're one win away from winning it all,
and I'm a plan flight away from seeing my first ball.
I can finally see the ocean and stars of Hollywood.
Say bye to this damn farm, get a tattoo on my arm.
Forget these dirt roads and the way I was raised.
Chase the bright lights of the California nights.
Sports cars and sushi is all I see.
When I order some sweet tea they start laughin' at me
Boy, this new life aint what I thought it would be.
Maybe the city life aint made for me.
Now I'm wishing I was fishin' on the lake with Dad,
and starting to realize being country aint bad.
I miss that ol' farm and that red headed girl
and waking up before the sun to help Daddy get it done.
I'm packed and headed back to the place I was born.
Proud to be country and no longer torn
[CHORUS:]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted. yeah. Lord, I'm twisted. oh yeah
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know
If I should wait or should I go, I just dont know
This song is for everybody, no matter whether you're from a small town,
the hood, the big city, it dont matter - Everybodys got their dreams they wanna follow.
Some people are ashamed of where they're from, they dont know where they're
supposed to be. Everybody find your place in life, be proud of who you are.
Dont let nothing hold you back.
Just take me home..oh take me home.
It aint rained in a month
Mama done took a job part time at the five and dime
Lord, times is hard, Daddy's pride is really hurtin', feelin' less than a man.
Workin dark to dark, how much more can he stand?
I aint never seen him cry now I'm 17
Quarterback, first train, gave my high school ring
to the prettiest little girl, green eyes and red hair.
I think I might ask her to marry me tonight at the fair.
I aint never been so torn, should I stay or leave?
Get out of this small town, am I lettin' 'em down?
I could even play ball somewhere in the fall.
Live the big city life, I guess I could have it all..
[CHORUS:]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted.
Man, how do you decide between real life and a dream?
Lovin' ya Ma and Pa, ya girl, and ya team
Trying to figure out the next move to make,
trying to figure out the right road to take.
Dying to get out, but still afraid to roam.
Is it wrong to wanna leave the only place I've known?
Life as I know it is just simple and plain:
Chores, school, and practice, everyday is the same.
I'm tired of the routine and everyone knowing me.
I'm dreaming of everything the t.v. is showing me.
They promised me a full ride to UCLA,
but that's a whole 'nother world for small town G.A.
Lord, I'm askin', I hope you hear my prayer
cuz I'm torn between here and what I see over there.
I pray someway that you could give me a sign.
Tell me which way to go cuz I sure don't know.
[CHORUS:]
I dont know [sang in background]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted.
Lord, we're one win away from winning it all,
and I'm a plan flight away from seeing my first ball.
I can finally see the ocean and stars of Hollywood.
Say bye to this damn farm, get a tattoo on my arm.
Forget these dirt roads and the way I was raised.
Chase the bright lights of the California nights.
Sports cars and sushi is all I see.
When I order some sweet tea they start laughin' at me
Boy, this new life aint what I thought it would be.
Maybe the city life aint made for me.
Now I'm wishing I was fishin' on the lake with Dad,
and starting to realize being country aint bad.
I miss that ol' farm and that red headed girl
and waking up before the sun to help Daddy get it done.
I'm packed and headed back to the place I was born.
Proud to be country and no longer torn
[CHORUS:]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted. yeah. Lord, I'm twisted. oh yeah
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know
If I should wait or should I go, I just dont know
This song is for everybody, no matter whether you're from a small town,
the hood, the big city, it dont matter - Everybodys got their dreams they wanna follow.
Some people are ashamed of where they're from, they dont know where they're
supposed to be. Everybody find your place in life, be proud of who you are.
Dont let nothing hold you back.
Just take me home..oh take me home.
Tailgate lyrics - Colt Ford
We bought to back it on up in the parkin lot got the beer on ice and the grill is hot on your mark get set baby reddy or not we gonna get some
we got ribs and things chicken and bake beans plates of styrofome we came to get it on
days like the dark where ever you all park just get some cause everyboddy whant some
Tailgate.
if u came here to party well baby dont worry
if u cant wait we bought to get started so u better hurry up
before its too late so come on hunn this is gonna be fun let the pickup run sit ur bunns on my Tailgate!!
I seen a little hot tub that would fit bought ten in the back of a jacked up chevy s10
built a bonfire thirty foot in the air bought 30 thousnd folks screamin hell yeah
we got the easy ups and the lawn chairs down
long leged girls walkin around with them daisy dukes on and red lipstick sun tan lotion rubbin I'm lovein it
Tailgate.
If u came here to party well baby don't worry if u cant wait we bought to get started so u better hurry up before its to late so come on Hun this goanna be fun let the pickup run and sit your buns on my
Tailgate
Good lord this is how it was suposed to be rockin tailgate party with friends and family we got jim jack john and even jose all my roughty friends reddy to play we may get a little loud but we dont hurt no one this is just our way of tryin to have some fun rednecks thugs geeks and bums we got it goin on yall allways welcome to...
Tailgate!!
if u came here to party well baby don't worry if u cant wait we bought to get started so u better hurry up before its to late so come on Hun its goanna be fun let the pickup run sit your buns on my
Tailgate!!
we got ribs and things chicken and bake beans plates of styrofome we came to get it on
days like the dark where ever you all park just get some cause everyboddy whant some
Tailgate.
if u came here to party well baby dont worry
if u cant wait we bought to get started so u better hurry up
before its too late so come on hunn this is gonna be fun let the pickup run sit ur bunns on my Tailgate!!
I seen a little hot tub that would fit bought ten in the back of a jacked up chevy s10
built a bonfire thirty foot in the air bought 30 thousnd folks screamin hell yeah
we got the easy ups and the lawn chairs down
long leged girls walkin around with them daisy dukes on and red lipstick sun tan lotion rubbin I'm lovein it
Tailgate.
If u came here to party well baby don't worry if u cant wait we bought to get started so u better hurry up before its to late so come on Hun this goanna be fun let the pickup run and sit your buns on my
Tailgate
Good lord this is how it was suposed to be rockin tailgate party with friends and family we got jim jack john and even jose all my roughty friends reddy to play we may get a little loud but we dont hurt no one this is just our way of tryin to have some fun rednecks thugs geeks and bums we got it goin on yall allways welcome to...
Tailgate!!
if u came here to party well baby don't worry if u cant wait we bought to get started so u better hurry up before its to late so come on Hun its goanna be fun let the pickup run sit your buns on my
Tailgate!!
Dirt Road Anthem lyrics - Colt Ford
You know I'm chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin to some George Jones,
Smoke rollin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
it's got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires
Back in the day pop bomb was the place to go
Load the truck up hit the dirt road,
Jump the barbwire spread the word
Light the bon fire then call the girls
The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack and gin were a few good friends
When we learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too
Better watch out for the boys in blue
And all this small town he said she said
ain't it funny how rumors spread
Like I know something ya'll don't know
Man this shit is getting old
Man mind your business watch your mouth
Before I have to knock your loud ass out
No time for talking ya'll aint listenin
Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin
You know I'm chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin to some George Jones,
Smoke rollin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires
I sit back and think about them good ole days
The way we were raised and our southern ways
We like cornbread and biscuits
If it's broke round here we fix it
See I can take ya'll where you need to go
Down to my hood and back in them woods
We do it different round here that's right
And we sho do it good and we do it all night
So if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road wit a truck and four wheel
Jump on in tell yo friends
And we'll be raising hell where the black top ends
You know I'm chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin to some George Jones,
Smoke rollin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires
Yeah I'm chillin on the back roads
Laid back bobbin to some George Jones
Smoke rollin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires
Laid back rollin to some George Jones,
Smoke rollin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
it's got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires
Back in the day pop bomb was the place to go
Load the truck up hit the dirt road,
Jump the barbwire spread the word
Light the bon fire then call the girls
The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack and gin were a few good friends
When we learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too
Better watch out for the boys in blue
And all this small town he said she said
ain't it funny how rumors spread
Like I know something ya'll don't know
Man this shit is getting old
Man mind your business watch your mouth
Before I have to knock your loud ass out
No time for talking ya'll aint listenin
Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin
You know I'm chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin to some George Jones,
Smoke rollin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires
I sit back and think about them good ole days
The way we were raised and our southern ways
We like cornbread and biscuits
If it's broke round here we fix it
See I can take ya'll where you need to go
Down to my hood and back in them woods
We do it different round here that's right
And we sho do it good and we do it all night
So if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road wit a truck and four wheel
Jump on in tell yo friends
And we'll be raising hell where the black top ends
You know I'm chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin to some George Jones,
Smoke rollin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires
Yeah I'm chillin on the back roads
Laid back bobbin to some George Jones
Smoke rollin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
It's got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off the real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street in mud tires
Good God O'Mighty lyrics - Colt Ford
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
Woke up this morning about past 8
Work started at 7
And I was still smelling like seagrams 7
Oh hell, don't know what I'm gonna do
Man one sock is brown the others blue
Wheres my dang keys man wheres my truck
Ol scram musta took it that sonofa buck
Got to go ask the neighbor if I can borrow his saab
Cause mondays rent due, shoot I need this job
Got the keys from slim took off slinging rocks
Hit the town doin 90 lord there's the cop
Now I'm pulled over in front of the bossman's gate
Got liquor on my breath lord I'm scared to death
Now the sherrif's looking at me like we ain't friends
Then I seen the camera crew not cops again
Once was enough, I guess the devil's inside me
Somedays you gotta say "good god almighty"
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
Well I done went and hired me one of them P.I.'s
'cause I think my ol lady's tellin me some lies
Now I'm looking at the tape and its her with slim
When I was out working hard she was home with him
No wonder he was eager to let me borrow his car
But now he's comprehended in the cookie jar
They would thinking that the drinking might make me forget
But I'm sharper then bear claws, slicker than goose shit
They say life's a bitch and the shit just happens
I guess thats the truth cause I'm a country boy rappin
Got my stuff all packed, everything's a blur
And my damned ol dog wants to go with her
Man this is crazy I'm a pretty good dude
A little rough around the edges and an attitude
I don't know what do to
I guess the devil's inside me
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god almighty
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god almighty
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
Woke up this morning about past 8
Work started at 7
And I was still smelling like seagrams 7
Oh hell, don't know what I'm gonna do
Man one sock is brown the others blue
Wheres my dang keys man wheres my truck
Ol scram musta took it that sonofa buck
Got to go ask the neighbor if I can borrow his saab
Cause mondays rent due, shoot I need this job
Got the keys from slim took off slinging rocks
Hit the town doin 90 lord there's the cop
Now I'm pulled over in front of the bossman's gate
Got liquor on my breath lord I'm scared to death
Now the sherrif's looking at me like we ain't friends
Then I seen the camera crew not cops again
Once was enough, I guess the devil's inside me
Somedays you gotta say "good god almighty"
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
Well I done went and hired me one of them P.I.'s
'cause I think my ol lady's tellin me some lies
Now I'm looking at the tape and its her with slim
When I was out working hard she was home with him
No wonder he was eager to let me borrow his car
But now he's comprehended in the cookie jar
They would thinking that the drinking might make me forget
But I'm sharper then bear claws, slicker than goose shit
They say life's a bitch and the shit just happens
I guess thats the truth cause I'm a country boy rappin
Got my stuff all packed, everything's a blur
And my damned ol dog wants to go with her
Man this is crazy I'm a pretty good dude
A little rough around the edges and an attitude
I don't know what do to
I guess the devil's inside me
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god almighty
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god almighty
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
Like Me lyrics - Colt Ford
Woo hoo!
Lord have mercy.
This here makes me feel good! I believe I'm about to get my fishin pole out my truck.
Oh, I gotta tell y'all what it feels like to be me, what it feels like to be country!
Y'all come with me, check this out.
I really want all of y'all to see
That it's great to be country and great to be me
I know a boy from way down south is pretty good with a rope and fast with his mouth
I came here to represent for y'all, to show you a country boy with a southern drawl
Who can do his thang with the CMT crowd, MTV crowd, BET crowd
Give everybody something really real about this country, life so they all can feel
How good it is to be like us: blue jeans, boots and big ol' trucks.
Yes ma'am and thank you that's what we do. I'm proud to be country, now how 'bout you?
Put on your cowboy hat so the world can see. Look them all in the eye they better wish they was me.
[Chorus]
I bet you wish you walked like me, damn sure wish you could talk like me.
I bet you wish you had a horse like mine, know how to plow a field and make strawberry wine.
I bet you wish you had a truck like me, 'aint scared to saddle up if it bucks like me.
I bet you wonder how I got it like that, make all the girls holler when I tip my hat.
Yes sir, everybody ask me what why and how, could a boy know how to rap, and how to milk a cow.
Here they come baby, I'm just doing my thang, I'm here to show the world that the country folk got game.
Yeah everybody's tired of hearing all those lies, guys talking tough on a record to get a piece of the pie.
Colt loves the ladies and they love me, loaded with southern charm, I don't mean no harm.
So gather round, country boys and girls, this one's for you so what you gonna do?
If y'all believe in the USA, and fight for your freedom every single day become a cowboy, an' that's all I know.
'Aint scared to move fast but like to live slow, put on your cowboy hat so the world can see.
Look 'em all in the eye they better wish they was me.
[Chorus]
I bet you wish you walked like me, damn sure wish you could talk like me.
I bet you wish you had a horse like mine, know how to plow a field and make strawberry wine.
I bet you wish you had a truck like me, 'aint scared to saddle up if it bucks like me.
I bet you wonder how I got it like that, make all the girls holler when I tip my hat.
If you say it like me then I mean for all of y'all, then its time to stand up and throw your hands up, be able to raise hell
to this hick - hock sound make sure they all know the country has come to town.
Be proud of who you are and where you from. Tell all those that wanna where they can get some.
White, black or brown it don't matter to me, this here's for everyone that loves the country.
My way of life, my way of thinkin', God, family, friends and a little bitta' drinkin'.
So put your hat on so the world can see. Look them all in the eye better wish they was me.
[Chorus]
I bet you wish you walked like me, damn sure wish you could talk like me.
I bet you wish you had a horse like mine, know how to plow a field and make strawberry wine.
I bet you wish you had a truck like me, 'aint scared to saddle up if it bucks like me.
I bet you wonder how I got it like that, make all the girls holler when I tip my hat.
Yes sir,
Yee - haw!
Lord have mercy!
It feels good to be country, hope y'all feeling like I'm feelin'!
Anytime any of y'all wanna come down here, y'all can see it how we do it down here in the country.
This is real baby, this is what we do!
Lord have mercy.
This here makes me feel good! I believe I'm about to get my fishin pole out my truck.
Oh, I gotta tell y'all what it feels like to be me, what it feels like to be country!
Y'all come with me, check this out.
I really want all of y'all to see
That it's great to be country and great to be me
I know a boy from way down south is pretty good with a rope and fast with his mouth
I came here to represent for y'all, to show you a country boy with a southern drawl
Who can do his thang with the CMT crowd, MTV crowd, BET crowd
Give everybody something really real about this country, life so they all can feel
How good it is to be like us: blue jeans, boots and big ol' trucks.
Yes ma'am and thank you that's what we do. I'm proud to be country, now how 'bout you?
Put on your cowboy hat so the world can see. Look them all in the eye they better wish they was me.
[Chorus]
I bet you wish you walked like me, damn sure wish you could talk like me.
I bet you wish you had a horse like mine, know how to plow a field and make strawberry wine.
I bet you wish you had a truck like me, 'aint scared to saddle up if it bucks like me.
I bet you wonder how I got it like that, make all the girls holler when I tip my hat.
Yes sir, everybody ask me what why and how, could a boy know how to rap, and how to milk a cow.
Here they come baby, I'm just doing my thang, I'm here to show the world that the country folk got game.
Yeah everybody's tired of hearing all those lies, guys talking tough on a record to get a piece of the pie.
Colt loves the ladies and they love me, loaded with southern charm, I don't mean no harm.
So gather round, country boys and girls, this one's for you so what you gonna do?
If y'all believe in the USA, and fight for your freedom every single day become a cowboy, an' that's all I know.
'Aint scared to move fast but like to live slow, put on your cowboy hat so the world can see.
Look 'em all in the eye they better wish they was me.
[Chorus]
I bet you wish you walked like me, damn sure wish you could talk like me.
I bet you wish you had a horse like mine, know how to plow a field and make strawberry wine.
I bet you wish you had a truck like me, 'aint scared to saddle up if it bucks like me.
I bet you wonder how I got it like that, make all the girls holler when I tip my hat.
If you say it like me then I mean for all of y'all, then its time to stand up and throw your hands up, be able to raise hell
to this hick - hock sound make sure they all know the country has come to town.
Be proud of who you are and where you from. Tell all those that wanna where they can get some.
White, black or brown it don't matter to me, this here's for everyone that loves the country.
My way of life, my way of thinkin', God, family, friends and a little bitta' drinkin'.
So put your hat on so the world can see. Look them all in the eye better wish they was me.
[Chorus]
I bet you wish you walked like me, damn sure wish you could talk like me.
I bet you wish you had a horse like mine, know how to plow a field and make strawberry wine.
I bet you wish you had a truck like me, 'aint scared to saddle up if it bucks like me.
I bet you wonder how I got it like that, make all the girls holler when I tip my hat.
Yes sir,
Yee - haw!
Lord have mercy!
It feels good to be country, hope y'all feeling like I'm feelin'!
Anytime any of y'all wanna come down here, y'all can see it how we do it down here in the country.
This is real baby, this is what we do!
Mud Digger lyrics - Colt Ford
Mud diggers
All the hoes coughin
Truck exhaust poppin
Middle of newbury
Got the parkin lot rockin
Old folks hate
But they still steadly watchin'
Wishin we would quit
But us rednecks ain't stoppin
We mud boggin'
You stuck watchin
Wishin you could be with us
Cause the party poppin
You say you can dig man
We ain't seen nothin
Your girl wanna be with us
I heard she said she want a mud digger
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While we ridin through the town
MUD DIGGER
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall susspenssion
40 inches from the ground
MUD DIGGER
And my chevy sittin on 44's
Pipes louder than glass packs,
Straight pipes y'all know
MUD DIGGER
Y'all don't know how the
Mud diggin goes
Get a couple tickets
To a mud boggin show
MUD DIGGER
I don't need no skill for this shit
I can be mud diggin
While I'm hittin on your chick
Hatin on my truck
I'll make the sitituation worse
You don't wanna take a ride
In that jacked up hearse
All eyes on me,
Imma hit the mud first
People love to see me
Go through the worst to go
All the hard work
Hard work
If your lazy go to work
Been in the mud 5 minutes
And I just stained my damn shirt
Cause Imma
MUD DIGGER
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While we ridin through the town
MUD DIGGERS
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall suspension
40 inches from the ground
MUD DIGGERS
And my chevy sittin on 44's
Pipes louder then glass packs
Striaght pipes yall know
MUDD DIGGERS
Y'all don't know how the
Mud diggin goes
Get a coule ticketss to the
Mud boggin show
MUD DIGGERS
Get like you?
No,
Get like me
We don't rock them
Gangster clothes we be
Wearin wrangler jeans
People rollin with them atv's
We be muddin, jumpin, stuntin,
hummin with the mud kings MD's
Here comes RC in that 2500 HD
Ask aagain has he hit any ditches lately
Big D muddin chuggin beer 3
Seconds til they empty
I see you muddin with me
Cause we some
MUD DIGGERS
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While we ridin through the town
MUD DIGGERS
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall suspension
40 inches from the ground
MUD DIGGERS
And my chevy sittin on 44's
Pipes louder then glass packs
Striaght pipes yall know
MUDD DIGGERS
Y'all don't know how the
Mud diggin goes
Get a coule ticketss to the
Mud boggin show
MUD DIGGERS
Watchin out for mud diggers
In the country
People gettin stuck on friday
All the way through sunday
It doesn't matter if they comin
Or they goin
I bet we make the chafin
Boys stuck if they come our way
Cops lookin for the mud trail
From the high way
We slidin off the trail
Through the road goin sideways
If they ask
It doesn't matter what they say
He say
She say
We say
Cause we's a mud diggers
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While we ridin through the town
MUD DIGGERS
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall suspension
40 inches from the ground
MUD DIGGERS
And my chevy sittin on 44's
Pipes louder then glass packs
Striaght pipes yall know
MUDD DIGGERS
Y'all dont know how the
Mud diggin goes
Get a coule ticketss to the
Mud boggin show
All the hoes coughin
Truck exhaust poppin
Middle of newberry
Got the parkin lot rockin
Old folks hate
But they still steadly watchin'
Wishin we would quit
But us rednecks ain't stoppin
...ya hear that?
I said us rednecks ain't stoppin
...ya hear that?
I said us rednecks ain't stoppin
[X3]
All the hoes coughin
Truck exhaust poppin
Middle of newbury
Got the parkin lot rockin
Old folks hate
But they still steadly watchin'
Wishin we would quit
But us rednecks ain't stoppin
We mud boggin'
You stuck watchin
Wishin you could be with us
Cause the party poppin
You say you can dig man
We ain't seen nothin
Your girl wanna be with us
I heard she said she want a mud digger
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While we ridin through the town
MUD DIGGER
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall susspenssion
40 inches from the ground
MUD DIGGER
And my chevy sittin on 44's
Pipes louder than glass packs,
Straight pipes y'all know
MUD DIGGER
Y'all don't know how the
Mud diggin goes
Get a couple tickets
To a mud boggin show
MUD DIGGER
I don't need no skill for this shit
I can be mud diggin
While I'm hittin on your chick
Hatin on my truck
I'll make the sitituation worse
You don't wanna take a ride
In that jacked up hearse
All eyes on me,
Imma hit the mud first
People love to see me
Go through the worst to go
All the hard work
Hard work
If your lazy go to work
Been in the mud 5 minutes
And I just stained my damn shirt
Cause Imma
MUD DIGGER
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While we ridin through the town
MUD DIGGERS
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall suspension
40 inches from the ground
MUD DIGGERS
And my chevy sittin on 44's
Pipes louder then glass packs
Striaght pipes yall know
MUDD DIGGERS
Y'all don't know how the
Mud diggin goes
Get a coule ticketss to the
Mud boggin show
MUD DIGGERS
Get like you?
No,
Get like me
We don't rock them
Gangster clothes we be
Wearin wrangler jeans
People rollin with them atv's
We be muddin, jumpin, stuntin,
hummin with the mud kings MD's
Here comes RC in that 2500 HD
Ask aagain has he hit any ditches lately
Big D muddin chuggin beer 3
Seconds til they empty
I see you muddin with me
Cause we some
MUD DIGGERS
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While we ridin through the town
MUD DIGGERS
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall suspension
40 inches from the ground
MUD DIGGERS
And my chevy sittin on 44's
Pipes louder then glass packs
Striaght pipes yall know
MUDD DIGGERS
Y'all don't know how the
Mud diggin goes
Get a coule ticketss to the
Mud boggin show
MUD DIGGERS
Watchin out for mud diggers
In the country
People gettin stuck on friday
All the way through sunday
It doesn't matter if they comin
Or they goin
I bet we make the chafin
Boys stuck if they come our way
Cops lookin for the mud trail
From the high way
We slidin off the trail
Through the road goin sideways
If they ask
It doesn't matter what they say
He say
She say
We say
Cause we's a mud diggers
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While we ridin through the town
MUD DIGGERS
And I keep a bad truck around
Big truck tall suspension
40 inches from the ground
MUD DIGGERS
And my chevy sittin on 44's
Pipes louder then glass packs
Striaght pipes yall know
MUDD DIGGERS
Y'all dont know how the
Mud diggin goes
Get a coule ticketss to the
Mud boggin show
All the hoes coughin
Truck exhaust poppin
Middle of newberry
Got the parkin lot rockin
Old folks hate
But they still steadly watchin'
Wishin we would quit
But us rednecks ain't stoppin
...ya hear that?
I said us rednecks ain't stoppin
...ya hear that?
I said us rednecks ain't stoppin
[X3]
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