Lyrics:
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!
to earn your keep,
But in a hard days 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 way
Colt Ford is pumpin' got the girls all jumpin'
I’d rather be lucky than good,
Tough than pretty,
Rockin' in the country than rolling in
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
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
Big tall man standing in the street
Gun hanging on by his side
Just one man that he'd like to meet
That's when I began to hide
I recognized him
Big tall man standing in the street
Gun hanging on by his side
Just one man that he'd like to meet
That's when I began to hide
I recognized him
Big tall man standing in the street
Gun hanging on by his side
Just one man that he'd like to meet
That's when I began to hide
I recognized him
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
"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
Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
Cuz its cruel when you cause
"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
to get paid
Nobody owe you nothing gotta make your own way
My name is Colt I clamp beats and I can make your day
Yeah, when they told me to spit this
sleeping in a Ford
I was sleeping in a Ford
One I couldn't even afford
You probably wish my life was yours nigga
You probably wish my life was yours
I'm
yeah yeah
Follow every rainbow til you find your dream
A dream that will need
All the love you can give, oh
Every day of your life
For as long as you
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
Still, still in the streets and you know that they kill
For real, for real that pain is something we all feel
On my shit I feel like I'm Tom Ford
Its
a stanky scene
Like look listen take some notes I start it all off in my brain
It's not a day that go by I don't think about my niggas in the grave
Now
"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
a Harley or for the world to know their name
My life's fairly simple, I don't need much at all
In fact the only thing I really need was built by Henry Ford
Howard
Has laid ol' Jesse James in his grave
It was Robert Ford, the dirty little coward
And I wonder how he feels
For he slept in Jesse's bed and he
nigga
Okay, problem solved, I do shit a little different
Talked about behind the back by my own family
But I'm built Ford tough, and I still hold up
down Bonnie and Clyde I saw death with my own eyes
The devil rode in a Ford V8 to a reckoning on that day
The life I knew would never be the same
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