Lyrics:
Through The Country', let's go John
Down the road where the black top ends
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends
We're used to gravel roads
the liquor to myself
Got a little wealth so I gotta thank the Lord,
Couldn't do it by myself, got some help from Colt Ford
Now we in a Ford, and we travel
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,
Country fried, baptized in gravy
I can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road'll get you home
"How y'all doing?
Yeah, my names Colt Ford
I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me
We just some country boys from Georgia
We gon' do
"Hello"
"Colt Ford, what's going on brother"
"BG how you feelin' son?"
"Doing alright cuz
Think it's about time
We take 'em back down that dirt
"Hello"
"Colt Ford, what's going on brother"
"BG how you feelin' son?"
"Doing alright cuz
Think it's about time
We take 'em back down that dirt
"How y'all doing?
Yeah, my names Colt Ford
I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me
We just some country boys from Georgia
We gon' do
Real is all me they all can feel me
Dirt road disciple (da-steeple) man of the people
Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it
Daylight to dark me and my
ride
Miles of moonlight by my side
Old dirt roads go straight to heaven
Forget tomorrow tonight were livin'
Crank this party up to eleven
Forget
Colt ford, tell 'em how we roll
Short skirts, chrome, and dirt
Long legs, pony kegs
Loving on a tailgate
Friday night, I can't wait
It's just some
wash away what I felt for you that day
Just you and me down an old dirt road
Nothin' in our way
Except for the Georgia Rain
The cottonfields
The night is clear, the liquor is warm
The cases, in the back of the Ford
The Carolina mountainside had come to life
His pockets would be full by
night I get to play music
For the greatest fans in the whole wide world
And I'm a keep on doin' what Colt Ford does
Cause that's all I know how to do
a load
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that
a load
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump trash off of Thigpen Road
I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that
On a windin' dirt back road
In the hills of Arkansas
In a little country farmhouse
With his mama and his pa
Lived a plain old plough boy
By
to dug, they want to see me there (The dirt)
Always low and always stuck, they want to see me there (Always stuck)
Back of the Ford wearing cuffs, they want
Down a dirt strip where we'd dump the trash off of Thigpen Road
I'd sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
Smiling like a hero that
place
And take me down that, take me down that
Take me down that, take me down that
Take me down that dirt road when I die
In the bed of the truck
your mind's sight, blind by the thirst to make it work
Sometimes you gotta lay it in the dirt
Let 'em know
Let 'em know
All must always, always go,
dancing
Ooh la la la, they said, "Shame on you
Shame on you"
Let's go road block trippin' in the middle of the night
Up in Gainesville town
There'll
dancing
Ooh la la la, they said, "Shame on you
Shame on you"
Let's go road block trippin' in the middle of the night
Up in Gainesville town
There'll
Four by fours, rev 'em on up
A brand new Ford or a bucket of rust
Backroads are calling, calling all trucks
I know a place where ain't no car
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