Ride Through the Country

Album: Ride Through the Country (2008)
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  • Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford
    I just came here to do a little song for y'all
    'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
    I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me
    He's gonna play a lil' guitar and sing a lil bit
    I'm gonna do a lil sumthin' for y'all
    Called 'Ride 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, and fishin' with cane poles
    Wasn't no swimmin' pools, just swimmin' holes

    We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised
    I've been 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 some paper plates
    There ain't nuthin' wrong with them big city lights
    But me, I prefer them slow country nights
    Where I can see the darkness come in and then go

    Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow
    You can leave your door open, ain't nuttin' gunna happen
    Most country folks sing, but I couldn't, so I'm rappin'
    I wanna show y'all where I come from
    And invite y'all all down to any country town

    Now before I pack my things and leave
    There's sumthin' I need y'all to understand
    I seen alotta things in my life time
    That's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man
    And not into things for cheep thrills
    But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me
    'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come
    To take a ride through the country

    Up, dressed, and gone by five am, he's country
    And he's rappin' we gottas 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 bred
    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, ain't scared of a fight
    Love the good Lord and believe in doin' right,

    Got four-wheel drives, some got mud on 'em
    You can keep your Rolls Royce, 'cause baby
    We don't want 'em! So now y'all all know exactly who I am
    And if you ain't into that, I don't give a damn!

    Now before I pack my things and leave
    There's sumthin' I need y'all to understand
    I seen a lotta things in my life time
    That's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man
    And not into things for cheep thrills
    But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me
    'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come
    To take a ride through the country

    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

    At about five 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
    'Cause push come to shove and every one of us will fight

    We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt
    Came here to give y'all fair warnin'
    Country folks wont be pushed around
    And there's 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
    Nobody owe you nothin' supposed to earn your keep
    Put in a hard day's work, get a good nights sleep

    I know some of y'all think Colt's kinda odd
    But I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God!

    Now before I pack my things and leave
    There's sumthin' I need y'all to understand
    I seen a lotta things in my life time
    That's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man
    And not into things for cheep thrills
    But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me
    'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come
    To take a ride through the country Writer/s: TRAVIS
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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