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Now he don't wear spurs that go jingle 
He don't spend his nights round a fire
He lifts diesel oil that is horses required
But he is a latter
cheek
And I'm half crazy
Come on and love me baby

So you find me hard to handle
Well I'm easier to hold
So you like my spurs that jingle
And I
cheek
And I'm half crazy,  Come on and love me baby

So you find me hard to handle, well I'm easier to hold
So you like my spurs that jingle and I never
And I'm half crazy
Come on and love me baby

So you find me hard to handle
Well, I'm easier to hold
So you like my spurs that jingle
And I never leave you
cheek
And I'm half crazy
Come on and love me baby

So you find me hard to handle
Well I'm easier to hold
So you like my spurs that jingle
And I
cheek
And I'm half crazy,  Come on and love me baby

So you find me hard to handle, well I'm easier to hold
So you like my spurs that jingle and I never
cheek
And I'm half crazy,  Come on and love me baby

So you find me hard to handle, well I'm easier to hold
So you like my spurs that jingle and I never
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
I've got
I never thought I'd end up here

Jingle jangle that's the
Sound of coins spent on
Useless toys made for
Useless boys I'm just a
Salesman
the ground on foot
Not hitting around your spur
Over the river and trough the woods
I've come this far to bring in the goods

I get high, even when I don't try
and yo it's givin me a boner 

I got thoughts of Annie Oakley
But that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me 
And we didn't even fuck
I
Thing-fish:
Ob'dewlla! is why'awright? don't be pullin' de boy's chain too hard dere! he gots 'nuthuh show t'do t'morrow! don't put dat in yo' mouf, girl! I
finger roll
That spur, probably cop it, cause the more [?] wallace
And it's worse when they even in their fillings of your pockets
Then I got my deal
Momma
I know you said that you wanted a record you could listen to
With no cussing and shit
I tried
But I still gotta do this

Yo
Jingle
to tame?" 
He says, "I've got one and a bad one to buck; 
At throwin' bronc riders he's had lots of luck." 

Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan, 
Oh,
Slow down 
Slow down
Slow down

Hey baby your hips is getting big
Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig
Now Woolie Willie got
Slow down 
Slow down
Slow down

Hey baby your hips is getting big
Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig
Now Woolie Willie got
like you, got real meaning 

I'm like the low-ridas, I like the oldies 

You know songs, like Agony and Ecstacy by Smokey 

You's a phony, I heard
up
Killa hippies, niggas wish we never showed up
Don't be dummy get that money daddy told us
Got to steppin daddy left and never showed us
So we
they throw it out
Bentley waiting by the curb I spur it out
Doors don't open they self the chauffeur get out
My exhale made anything a foggy blur
I
have you gone to I swear 
I never thought I could see so many times 
They told me to shoot straight, 
Don't pull the trigger squeeze, 
That will
fascination, my second nature chant "kill 'cause I can"
This body by my own hands
My friends and family won't understand
So I stay in the end, don't make none
Slow down [Repeat: x3]

Hey baby your hips is getting big
Now you're getting thin you don't care about your wig
Now Woolie Willie got a pair
you niggas, yo, that rapping shit was crazy fun
But I'm leaving on the next bus
I've got your numbers and we'll keep in touch, I trust
Gliding, riding
of nothing, break it down, show me something

I don't wanna have to hit you with this fo' mayne
Burn ya whole block down like propane
Over that cocaine,