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,
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,
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
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
folks earn it
Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it,
That's how we do it.
Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it
Do it a little better than anyone
don't really know
The world changes and we're feelin' so cold
I'm on the hunt, lookin' for a new job
I'm on the hunt, lookin' for a new life
I'm
our sins
And next week we gon' do it again (Lord help us)
It ain't our fault it's just the way we was raised
We hunt, fish, and fight and work hard
and ah flop we shit deh pon lock
Anywhere we go dancehall haffi
Alright, ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins
We cut 'em all Jack, if it flies it dies
We cut 'em all Jack, country's how we live our lives
They call me Colt Ford
A redneck boy from down in
"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
10 and 2 on her hips and let that thang collide.
It's getting real, really hot here, ass, tits is bouncing and we like cold beer
Switch it back up,
feet (Yeee)
Feel like these shits give me wings (Wings)
I'm feeling like Bron with the rings
I'm moving like fox I'm a king
I'm on a hunt
For niggas
This is how we gon' do it
I'm sittin' in my Ford Edsel
Gettin' with my girl Ethel
Havin' visions in my thoughts special
We gon' go get us a Coca
move on
We've been flipping dough like a
Razr, Razr
Only cash on my radar
100 miles and running
100 miles still counting
Years passing by, still hunting
the future
Always working in the present
C'est la chasse
C'est la chasse
Looking for it all night
We are out on the hunt
You could be in my life
Wanna go
Check this, I'm a martyr I guess
Everything has been said, I'ma say everything that's been done again
I'm happy and don't need to vent
We're all
a product of what made me
Smallest thing walking I got bullied by the older kids
Shoulder play retarded but that blicky poke below the ribs
Moving like
To 'phatness' like this
From one story the cowboy was founded
I'm surrounded by Casual, and Whitey Ford, the whole world and your girl
From the Bay
praise to the lord
Toting big colts Yosemite sam backwoods with a torch
Rebel with cause oh yes I am made a way by force
You ain't gotta choice
cousins
A toast to the West,
Courtesy of the South,
Brought to ya by Colt Ford, people all aboard.
It's the Midnight Rider, call me Baby Bocephus
For
the city
Even when we had to run
The straights and the cops were there
Always on the hunt
Left home with a colt forty-seven
Riding out with the hope
We like to fish fight hunt and play in the mud
We work our fingers till they bleed, till the job is done
Then drink them cold Coors lights till
on the tailgate
Been doin' this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)
Bangin' OutKast and a little George Strait
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
Country
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