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
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
praise to the lord
Toting big colts Yosemite sam backwoods with a torch
Rebel with cause oh yes I am made a way by force
You ain't gotta choice
girls on Mystique
I never got hit by a stray
Yeah, I thank God
We ain't play in the street
(Did not)
Now who getting caught up wit Crossfiyah
I told 'em
Sponsor billboards round the outfield
The announcer climbs up top to call the play by play
Blue yells, "Play ball!" It's the crack of the bat
The season is
it's about 75
Lyin' here poolside with a Colt .45
Thank God I'm alive
Thank God I'm alive
Thank God and happy birthday Jesus Christ
I wish I had
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
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
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
(Colt Ford, turns this thing up, mate)
Hey pretty girl, tell me what you think
Let this country boy, pour you a drink
Crank this party up and let's
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
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '28
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had
But God in all his wisdom
Busted through a maiden head
The apostles visit now and then
But I can't get their hands uncurled
By the spikes hammered
you high scream out hell yeah,
always have a good time always bust a good rhyme,
always drink colt 45 always smoke a fat dime,
get the party drunk
with Colt Ford
Out here chillin' on the pontoon
Start with the sun, end with the moon
We got cold beer and brown liquor
That mason jar getcha damn
The video was made by Ezell Ford's cousin
KCAL 9 Elsa Ramon is live tonight in Mission Hills
where she's been talking to the Los Angeles Police Protective
know who I am?"
The barkeep said, "No, and I don't give a good god-damn!"
To Stagger Lee
He said, “Well bartender, it's plain to see
I'm that bad
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
listen
All these wrongs inside is written
Cole died and god I miss him
Every night when I cry he listens
Smile with the sad
Take the good with the bad
It's all good, my loyalty's my armor and my power
The tragedy and casualties of wars every hour
Show me a battlefield and know that I won't cower
the locked-in
Goons on the Voltron, turning the volts on
45 Colts on, military coats on
Hip-hop general, 38 snub by the genitals
That's spitting no casing,
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