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DDown the road where the blEmack top ends, you Ccan find Colt Ford wiGth all his friends,
weDâ´´re used to gravel roads, Emand fishinâ´´
with cane poles, Cwasnâ´´t no swimminâ´´ poolGs, jus swimminâ´´ holes.
DWe was dirt road poor, andEm cane switched raised, CIâ´´ve been came a long way sinceG back in them days,
Dbeen â´´round the world twicEme seen all fifty statesC, ate on thousand dollar chinaG, but love sum paper plates
Dthere aint nuthin wrong with thEmem big city lights, Cbut me, I prefer them slow couGntry nights
Dwhere I can see the darkness Emcome in and go, MoCst folks is honest, andG they all speak slow
Dyou can leave your door open, Emaint nuttinâ´´ gunna happen,C most country folks sing, but I couldnâG´´t, so im rappin
DI wanna show yall where EmI come from, and inviCte yall all down to anGy country town
DNow before I pack and tEmhings and leave, thereâ´´s Csumthin I need yall to uGnderstand
I seen alotta tDhings in my life timEme, thatâ´´s why I walk the Cline, Iâ´´m just a simGple man
and I aint'n tDhe things for cheep thrills, buEmt all my scars heel, sCo donâ´´t you ever cGry for me,
I aint asDhamed where Iâ´´m from, Emyou always will come, takCe a ride through the country. G
verse 2
DUp, dressed, and gone by 5Em am, heâ´´s coCuntry, and heâ´´s rappinGâ´´ we gotta play him
Dfolks been waitin for some Emone like me, to giCve â´´em some heart beats andG spit that country
DMy jeans donâ´´t sag, theEmy fit, they kinda tight, got on Ca white t-shirt, noG nothinâ´´ but work.
DDaylight til dark, thatâ´´sEm how I was bread, and Iâ´´Cll keep beinâ´´ country tiGl the day Iâ´´m dead
DSee, country folks eat biEmscuits called cat heads, Cbar-b-q, baked beans, swGeet tea, and white bread
Dwe like to fish and hunt, Emaint scared of a fight, Clove the Good Lord and believeG in doinâ´´ right,
DGot 4-wheel drives, Emsome got mud on â´´em, you canC keep your rolls roice,G cuz baby, we donâ´´t want â´´em!
DSo now yall know exactly Emwho I am, and if you Caint into that, i dGonâ´´t give a damn!
DNow before I pack and tEmhings and leave, thereâ´´s Csumthin I need yall to uGnderstand
I seen alotta tDhings in my life timEme, thatâ´´s why I walk the Cline, Iâ´´m just a simGple man
and I aint'n tDhe things for cheep thrills, buEmt all my scars heel, sCo donâ´´t you ever cGry for me,
I aint asDhamed where Iâ´´m from, Emyou always will come, takCe a ride through the country. G
verse 3
You might sDee my on your tEm.v, but honey yeaCh, that donâ´´t meaGn a thing,
you see, Iâ´´m Dstill that same â´´Emol country boy, and thatCâ´´s all Iâ´´Gll ever be,
and someDtime, those bright lights Emblind me, and make it hCard for me to sGee,
but when I nDeed to be reminEmded, I take a rCide through the couGntry
verse 4
At aDbout 5 oâ´´clock on Friday Emafternoon, them coCuntry boys head down to the Glocal saloon
you welDcome to stop in and have a Emcold bottle, bCig city boys and stuck up Gsuper models,
we donâ´D´t care where ya fromEm, as long as you polite, cuCz push come to shove and everGy one of us will fight
WDe mostly easy like Sunday mEmorning, olâ´´C Colt came heGre to give yall fair warninâ´´,
Dcountry folks wont be Empushed around, and theres sCome of us livinâ´´ in Gevery town,
we bDelieve in the Bible, and the EmU.S.A, work hCard for what you want, itâ´´s Gthe American way,
no bDody owe you nothinâ´´ supposed tEmo earn your keepC, but in a hard days work, get aG good nights sleep,
I knDow some of yall think EmColtâ´´s kinda odd, but IâC´´m loud, proud and country by tGhe grace of God!
DNow before I pack and tEmhings and leave, thereâ´´s Csumthin I need yall to uGnderstand
I seen alotta tDhings in my life timEme, thatâ´´s why I walk the Cline, Iâ´´m just a simGple man
and I aint'n tDhe things for cheep thrills, buEmt all my scars heel, sCo donâ´´t you ever cGry for me,
I aint asDhamed where Iâ´´m from, Emyou always will come, takCe a ride through the country. G
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