Ride Through The Country by Colt Ford
Ride Through The Country lyrics
(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 done came a long way since back in the day, 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 and then go
Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow, you can leave your door open, aint nuttin� happen, most country folks
sing, but I couldn�t, so im rappin, I wanna show yall where I come from, and invite ya all down to any country town
(Chorus)
Now before I pack my things and leave, there�s sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my lifetime,
that�s why I walk the line, I�m just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheap 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 hot beats and spit that country
My jeans don�t sag, they fit, and 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 royce, cuz baby, we don�t want �em! So now ya 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, put in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
I know some of yall think ole 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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