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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 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
up her skirt
Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt
With Stagger Lee 

She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"
Stag said, "Well,
up her skirt
Over to Stagger Lee, she starts to flirt
With Stagger Lee 

She saw the barkeep, said, "O God, he can't be dead!"
Stag said, "Well,
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
prove that he's worthy
Up and out the door by 9 O'clock
The sun is shining up and down the block
There's children in the corner waiting for a bus
That
the moonlight, the mystery,
I've bade 'em good-by -- but I can't.

There's a land where the mountains are nameless,
And the rivers all run God knows where;
drunk? I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma
Sittin' by the fire
Hold on, turn that beat off
No, keep it going
Crazy Town, yo y'all just
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
On velvet tundra or virgin peak, by glacier,
young fly (young fly)
Dumb high (dumb high)
In the flow like mighty easy to come by
I'm over to cali watching the sunrise
A meeting in new york I'll
dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for
the side of the road
Where the mighty light of God's great mercy fload
There was prayin' shoutin' singin' till the country side was ringin'
Brush arbors by
good
I'll split ya, ditch ya
Gotta put ya in my hall of flames
And damn, it's shame
Listen up tight you can hear the storm, it's a hurricane
Bone,