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it's time I said me a few choice words
All  about that demon automobile
A metal box with the polyglass wheel
The end result to a dream of Henry Ford
Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford
I just came here to do a little song for y'all
'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
I
as well be walking
As to drive this old Ford.

Almost everytime I try
To go and pass a truck,
If I ain't goin' down hill,
Dad, I'm, out of luck.
And even if
You can keep your rolls roice, 'cause baby, we don't want 'em! 
So now y'all all know exactly who I am, 
And if you ain't into that, I don't give
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
moving, girl, let me see if you can do it.
Take it to the flow and prove that the large you go I knew it.
Just like Taylor, I’m Swift, baby, and I ain’t
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
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
inner-city drive-by thing
Morning, fine, serve your first coffee of the day
Real privilege, it will take your problems all away
Number one, the best, no
out of the closet
The same closet I had to move my things back in
It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
Everything's temporary if
out of the closet
The same closet I had to move my things back in
It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
Everything's temporary if
the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying from theses shotgun blasts

'Cause I'm rippin', flippin', crippin', like a real one does
So if your rap's
(steer)
Lord if you hear me, steer

I think I need to resign feeling right
My conscious is at easy saying live your life
Got everything I ain't miss much,
what the drummer man's
Got to say about
He said is it Errol Flynn's birthday or not?
Sept twelfth until October
If they pack two piece
Colt pair
ex-old lady's things out of the closet
The same closet I had to move my things back in
It didn't make me feel that great, as if to demonstrate
your morals only run as deep as the surface
Cool - groovy - morning - fine
(If white)
Tipper Gore was a friend of mine
(America)
I love a free
I like them bars with the jukebox up an'
Backyards with them solo cups an'
Day drinkin' when it's half-past noon
But there ain't no party like my
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
(c'mon!)
If you see it in their eye when they try to lie
If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind
Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high
For
blessed thing too much
It's a low-down life, but it ain't gonna pass me by
I don't care if the world don't ever hear
The sound of my name
And old mother
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
down like real cheap plastic
It ain't no thing, no sweat by me
Cause I know damn well where I want to be
So join my party if you see things my way
stand you ain't shoot to me
Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still
I won't sugar coat it burn your throat it
Kids aint scared
I'm Locked and loaded
a, like a lasso
Whip it like a lasso
If you're proud a rebel boss lady
Ain't afraid to scrap 
No throw up your rebel flag
Whip it like a lasso,
Chillin' to Skynyrd and some old Hank
Let's get this thing started it's my kind of party.

Girl if your gonna drink,
Go baby just do your thing,
Give up your