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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
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
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
had a pretty good life
      As an old blue Ford

The original engine
Still runs like a colt--
Although it's lost some compression,
And it's
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt forty-five and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee 

He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt forty-five and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee 

He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
We cut 'em all Jack, if it flies it dies
We cut 'em all Jack, country's how we live our lives

They call me Colt Ford
A redneck boy from down in
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
a good ol' country ass whoopin' 
Is what I'll do for you 
By God
whoopin' 
Is what I'll do for you 
By God
[Slug]:
7:30 AM, Alerted to life by a song on the radio
The evening is over
Another morning, another opportunity
To do something progressive
a mountain man


It's twenty miles from town up the valley

To the little cedar cabin he calls home

She's waitin' by the door and the home fire's burnin' warm
on the tailgate
Been doin' this for some years, y'all so late (so late!)
Bangin' OutKast and a little George Strait
Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K

Country
in a chemtrail sky
Bad guys knock when the doors are locked, I got no shots left, better prep for God
Not long, He'll be talkin the same shit, I am
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
drives a Chevy
Mine's "Mean Green", his is "Black Betty"
Yes, we're southern by birth, we're southern by choice
One nation under God, yes, I'm southern
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
looking at these paintings
Man, this La Quinta is looking like a scene from No Country
Thinking about death, God, love, and nothing
Cicadas humming
creative endeavors made all things and hold all together
So that kick and snare that jerks your spine
Is cause God made noise work by design
So it's
22
Off the telephone polls as a half dollar rolls across the knuckles of a rodeo clown

[Chorus]

My one great love, my God, I can feel her still
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours 
I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours 
I heard the fagot-a** Don died, and he s*** in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
with
If you scared, by dog, release the four by fours 
I heard the fagot-ass Don died, and he shit in his drawers
On the streets, black; good like
or Harry Ford
'Cause I'd be plain out of luck baking just on what I know
By mind can draw some blanks like karate champs of TaeBo

I exercise his ways I'm
Sunn:
We break your plans up
Sunz of Man what
Throw your hands up
Stand up soldierly
Enemies close to me
The president took a colt to me
The same one that