| Thank y’all, how y’all doin'
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| Yeah, my names Colt Ford
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| I just came here to do a little song for y’all
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| 'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
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| I brought my buddy Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me
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| He’s gonna play a lil' guitar and sing a lil' bit
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| I’m gonna do a lil sumthin' for y’all
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| Called ride through the country, let’s go John
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| Down the road where the black top ends
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| You can find Colt Ford with all his friends
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| We’re used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles
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| Wasn’t no swimmin' pools, just swimmin' holes
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| We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised
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| I done came a long way since back in the day
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| Been 'round the world twice seen all fifty states
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| Ate on thousand dollar china, but love some paper plates
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| There ain’t nuthin' wrong with them big city lights
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| But me, I prefer them slow country nights
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| Where I can see the darkness come and then go
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| Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow
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| You can leave your door open, ain’t nuttin’ll happen
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| Most country folks sing, but I couldn’t, so I’m rappin'
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| I wanna show y’all where I come from
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| And invite ya all down to any country town
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| Now before I pack and things and leave
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| There’s somethin' I need y’all to understand
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| I seen alotta things in my lifetime that’s why I walk the line
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| I’m just a simple man
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| And I done done things for cheap thrills
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| But all my scars heal, so don’t you ever cry for me
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| 'Cause I ain’t ashamed where I’m from
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| You always will come to take a ride through the country
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| Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am
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| He’s country, and he’s rappin' we gots to play him
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| Folks been waitin' for some one like me
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| To give 'em some hot beats and spit that country
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| My jeans don’t sag, they fit, and kinda tight
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| Got on a white t-shirt, no nothin' but work
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| Daylight 'til dark, that’s how I was bred
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| And I’ll keep bein' country 'til the day I’m dead
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| See, country folks eat biscuits called catheads
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| Barbeque, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread
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| We like to fish and hunt, ain’t scared of a fight
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| Love the good Lord and believe in doin' right
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| Got 4-wheel drives, some got mud on 'em
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| You can keep your Rolls Royce, 'cause baby, we don’t want 'em!
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| So now y’all all know exactly who I am
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| And if you ain’t into that, I don’t give a damn!
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| Now before I pack and things and leave
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| There’s somethin' I need y’all to understand
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| I seen alotta things in my lifetime that’s why I walk the line
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| I’m just a simple man
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| And I done done things for cheap thrills
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| But all my scars heal, so don’t you ever cry for me
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| 'Cause I ain’t ashamed where I’m from
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| You always will come to take a ride through the country
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| You might see my on your TV, but honey
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| That don’t mean a thing, you see
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| I’m still that same 'ol country boy, and that’s all I’ll ever be
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| And sometime, those bright lights blind me
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| And make it hard for me to see
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| But when I need to be reminded
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| I take a ride through the country
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| Yeah
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| At about 5 o’clock on Friday afternoon
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| Them country boys head down to the local saloon
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| You’re welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle
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| Big city boys and stuck up super models
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| We don’t care where ya from, as long as you polite
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| 'Cause push come to shove and every one of us will fight
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| We mostly easy like Sunday morning
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| Ol' Colt came here to give y’all fair warnin'
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| Country folks won’t be pushed around
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| And there’s some of us livin' in every town
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| We believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A
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| Work hard for what you want, it’s the American way
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| No body owe you nothin' supposed to earn your keep
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| But in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep
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| I know some of y’all think ol' Colt’s kinda odd
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| But I’m loud, proud and country by the grace of God
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| Now before I pack and things and leave
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| There’s somethin' I need y’all to understand
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| I seen alotta things in my lifetime that’s why I walk the line
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| I’m just a simple man
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| And I done done things for cheap thrills
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| But all my scars heal, so don’t you ever cry for me
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| 'Cause I ain’t ashamed where I’m from
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| You always will come to take a ride through the country |