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Colt Ford - Ride Through the Country Album Lyrics



Colt Ford - Ride Through the Country Lyrics






Ride Through The Country

[ Featuring John Michael Montgomery ]

Colt Ford f/ 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 im 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.
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Writer: TRAVIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Mr. Goodtime

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
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




No Trash in My Trailer (Revisited)

[Colt Ford]
Yes, I live in a single wide
To get up here it takes a four wheel drive
Got a mean old dog whose name is Sick 'Em Sam
I got a motor hangin' from a tree, a satellite dish, a trampoline
A '68 red Chevelle, been known to raise a little hell
All night bar fight, some of y'all say I ain't livin' right
Eat butterbeans and fried spam, I ain't what they say I am

[Joe Diffie]
'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 (woo)

[Colt Ford]
I burn my trash in a drum, sometimes I shoot my gun
I'm mud boggin', camouflagin'
A ball game is what I'm watchin'
I work hard, mow the yard, fish, hunt, knuckle scar
Change the oil, plow the soil, a loveable country boy
I wear a suit to church and stuff, daddy's the one that made me tough
Told me son, don't be ashamed of who you are and our family name
Makin' him proud, sayin' it loud, doin' my thing for the country crowd
I tell you the truth, don't give a damn, but I ain't what they say I am

[Joe Diffie & Colt Ford]
'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 (woo, go on, burn a little trash there for me, boys)
No, 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

[Joe Diffie & Colt Ford]
No, there's no trailer trash livin' here
It's pretty dang spotless around here now, boys (hahaha, yeah)
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Cold Beer

[ Featuring 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 a lot of noise

Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon sign 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

C'mon pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon sign 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 pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon sign 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
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Writer: Justin Spillner, Colt Ford, Jared Sciullo, Shannon Houchins
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Never Thought

(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)
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Writer: JARED RYAN SCIULLO, JASON BROWN, JUSTIN N. SPILLNER, KAILIN GARRITY
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave




Saddle Up

Saddle Up f/ Attitude

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
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Writer: JARED SCUILLO, JASON BROWN, JUSTIN SPILLNER, TIMOTHY CLAYTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Waffle House

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.
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Writer: COLT FORD, DUGI BAKALI, SCOTT WEATHERWAX
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave




Twisted

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.
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Writer: KINGSLEY BROWN, ADDO SLACK, GETHIN RHYS DAVIES, LUKE SPILLER, JED ELLIOTT
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group




Tailgate

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 im 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!!
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Writer: JAMEY JOHNSON, JASON BROWN, JEREMY POPOFF
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Dirt Road Anthem

[ Featuring Brantley Gilbert ]

Colt Ford f/ Brantley Gilbert

Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road,
Laid back swerving like im 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 my real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street on mud tires
Back in the day Pott farm 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 Jim were a few good men
Where 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
I'm tired of talking ya'll aint listenin
Them old dirt roads is what ya'll missin
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road,
Laid back swerving like im 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 my real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street on 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
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road,
Laid back swerving like im 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 my real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street on mud tires
Yeah, I'm chilling on a dirt road,
Laid back swerving like im 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 my real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street on mud tires
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: BRANTLEY KEITH GILBERT, COLT FORD
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Good God Omighty

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"
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Writer: COLT FORD, JARED SCIULLO, JUSTIN SPILLER, SHANNON C HOUCHINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave




Like Me

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!
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Writer: DEMOND STANLEY, EDWARD C. KING, GARY ROBERT ROSSINGTON, JASON FARRIS BROWN, RONNIE VAN ZANT, SCOTT HUNTER WEATHERWAX
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave




Gangsta of Love

[Colt Ford]
I'm just a simple man (simple man)
I do my own thing (my own thing)
I brought my cousin with me (yeah)
'Cause he can sure sing (Bone Crusher)
We came to drink beer (yeah)
And do a little song (little song)
Love all them girls here
'Til we see the dawn (woohoo)
We fat boy fresh (yeah)
Them girls like that
Y'all wanna take a ride
Our truck is out back
We go to Waffle House
And get a patty melt
Them girls hear me talk
She said I made her melt (made her melt)
We love 'em all baby
From eighteen to eighty (uh)
Colt and Bone Crusher
Good ol' boys, baby (woo)

[Bone Crusher]
We love it, baby (yeah)
See y'all out there lookin' real fine, baby (yeah)
Body like yours is hard to find, baby
I'll be sayin' somethin' fresh in your ear, lady, lady (come here, girl)
Well let me give it to you
How can you walk with a ass like that (hahaha)
Make me want to get down, down, down

I tote my pistol, grind my snuff
Got a fine ass woman that can't get enough (yeah)
She grab my stick in my Ford blue truck
They call me the gangsta of love (fantastic, baby)
They call me the gangsta of love (outstanding, baby)
They call me the gangsta of love

[Colt Ford]
I'm just a country boy (country boy)
On a dirt road
I can buck dames (yeehaw)
Or I can throw bows (yeah)
I like them fast cars (yeah)
I like them big trucks (big trucks)
I like them bad girls
I like to get buck (woo)
I do the damn thing (what's up)
So holla at me, dogs (what's up)
Some call me Colt Ford
Some call me Boss Hogg (boss)
I like old Toby Keith (yeah)
And some Travis Tritt
But I'm the new south
I know you like this

[Bone Crusher]
I tote my pistol, grind my snuff
Got a fine ass woman that can't get enough (yeah)
She grab my stick in my Ford blue truck
They call me the gangsta of love (fantastic, baby)
They call me the gangsta of love (outstanding, baby)
They call me the gangsta of love

[Colt Ford]
I see my cousin grinnin', he know it's goin' down
We got 'em loaded up, we headed out of town
Back to the farm with it, way out in the woods
We got three a piece, this here is all good
Gon' do some skinny dippin', slow dancin', barbecuin'
Good lovin' all night, this here is alright
We just some good ol' boys, who like to pick and grin
We have a lot of fun and a little sin
So come and hang with us, ride and sing with us
Colt and big Bone, we got it goin' on
This is our thing, so tell me what you think
Sing for 'em Bone, I'm 'bout to get a drink

[Bone Crusher]
We love it, baby (yeah)
See y'all out there lookin' real fine, baby (yeah)
Body like yours is hard to find, baby
I'll be sayin' somethin' fresh in your ear, lady, lady (come here, girl)
Well let me give it to you
How can you walk with a ass like that? (Hahaha)
Make me want to get down

I tote my pistol, grind my snuff
Got a fine ass woman that can't get enough (yeah)
She grab my stick in my Ford blue truck
They call me the gangsta of love (fantastic, baby)
They call me the gangsta of love (outstanding, baby)
They call me the gangsta of love
They call me the gangsta of love
They call me the gangsta of love
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




I Cant Sing

Too easy,

(Chorus)
Lord i can't sing, But i'm tryin,

To give my country folks somthin' they goin' like,

But if ya don't, Well then i'm sorry,

Meet me outback when i'm done and we can fight,

(Verse)
I'm just here to do me the only way i know, And i guarantee ya folks it's a hell of a show,

See me and my boys are a rowdy bunch,
Yes ma'am i get drunk and throw the first punch,

Ol' Colt's the ring leader, Ya ya'll that's me, Been known to raise hell from LA to Tennessee,

So don't get outta line cause we don't take no crap, I'm just here to drink beer
and do some country rap,

(Chorus)
Lord i can't sing, But i'm tryin,

To give my country folks somthin' they goin' like,

But if ya don't, Well then i'm sorry,

Meet me outback when i'm done and we can fight,

(Verse)
Ya'll never thought that i can do it like this, It ain't country twang when i do my thang,

See i work from sun up to sun down,
You better be ready when i come to your town,

Cause me and my boys we goin' do it all night, And we goin' party till we see the sunlight,

So fire up the grill, Ice the beer,

And tell your friends, That they could meet us down the road where the blacktop ends,

(Chorus)
Lord i can't sing, But i'm tryin,

To give my country folks somthin' they goin' like,

But if ya don't, Well then i'm sorry,

Meet me outback when i'm done and we can fight,

(Verse)
Well this here's the last verse, Bout time to leave,

A redneck rap song i know it's hard to believe, But i was raised on conway
and willie, sugar hill gang and run dmc,

So hell what ya think, It was bound to happen, Bout time for someone to do some country rappin',

Give the whole world a taste of Colt Ford, So pass the ammunition and praise the lord,

(Chorus)
Lord i can't sing, But i'm tryin,

To give my country folks somthin' they goin' like,

But if you don't, Well then i'm sorry,

Meet me out back when i'm done and we can fight,

(Chorus)
Lord i can't sing, But i'm tryin,

To give my country folks somthin' they goin' like,

But if ya don't, Well then i'm sorry,

Meet me outback when i'm done and we can fight
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Writer: COLT FORD, SCOTT WEATHERWAX
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave




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Ride Through the Country is the debut album released by country rap artist Colt Ford. It was released on December 2, 2008, on the independent Average Joe's label. It features guest appearances by John Michael Montgomery on the title track (which was released as the album lead-off single) as well as an appearance from Jamey Johnson on "Cold Beer". "Dirt Road Anthem" was later covered by co-writer Brantley Gilbert on his album Halfway to Heaven, and once again by Jason Aldean for his album My Kinda Party, both from 2010.

As of August 6, 2014, the album has sold over 1,000,000 copies in the United States without the benefit of a major radio single.
Performed By: Colt Ford
Genre(s): Country rap
Length: 53:15
Released: December 2nd, 2008
Year: 2008

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