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Albums:

Answer to No One: The Colt Ford Classics (Colt Ford) · A Colt .45 Christmas (Afroman) · Ride Ride Ride: Live in Concert (Lynn Anderson) · Ride, Ride, Ride (Lynn Anderson) · Allison Weiss & The Way She Likes It (Allison Weiss) · Wayne County at the Trucks! (Jayne County) · How Fast Them Trucks Can Go (Hutchinson, Hutch) · DJ Trucks (Hit Crew) · Silly Boys, Trucks Are For Girls (Sydney Davis) · Trucks, Trains & Airplanes (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


And cars whizzing by me,
Dad, look like I'm backing up.

She just don't have the appetite
For gas somehow,
And Dad, I got four carburetors
Hooked up on it
cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I get my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay

Put it on a flatbed and go for a ride
Under the moonlight
You by my side
Growin' like wheat
Stick out your teeth
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck
Headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in
And a lot the things that young girls do

When she said you see that guy in the baseball cap
I'd like to spend some time with a boy like that
Betty said I
of the things that young girls do
When she said you see that guy in the baseball cap
I'd like to spend some time with a boy like that
Betty said I seen him
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
of the things that young girls do

When she said, "You see that guy in the baseball cap?
I'd like to spend some time with a boy like that."
Betty said, "I've
a ride
I said look out boys I've got a license to fly
And the Cadillac pulled over and let me by

Now all of a sudden a rod started knockin'
Down in
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
a little lady in a jacked- up Ford

I like a girl in a truck a big four wheel drive
Stereo blaring playing "Country Boy can Survive"
She's down home,
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, yonder here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
she's a dirt road rider.

You can tell a man by his truck, 
F one fifty painted on the fender. 
Gun rack rattling in the window,
You can tell a man
on and ride like the rodeo
We ain't done yet your pretty silhouette
I'm hoping me and you can ride off in the sunset
I wanna get you all alone girl I can't
ride cost me too much when the town dried up
Let the bank take it back, paid in cash
For that old Ford truck sitting right out front
And this picture's
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
[Chorus:] 

When I'm a driving my old Ford truck
Gotta cross my fingers just for luck
Cause ya never know quite what's in store
When that 12
Passing cars like they was standing still

All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said "Boys this ones marked for me"
does it.

Y'all are chasin' a thoroughbred
Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow down I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford remember my name
a Detroit made
Deuce and a quarter, babe

Big-block she'll do all the work
So we can ride in style
Leather on those bucket seats
Carpet double pile
a Detroit made
Deuce and a quarter, babe

Big-block she'll do all the work
So we can ride in style
Leather on those bucket seats
Carpet double pile
they was standing still.

All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then
a festival
Mi smoke trees
Till mi high like an alien
Star Trek di mission
Like Mediterranean
Deep is di vision
Mr Canadian in
Ford Expedition
An me
got outta high school
I drove an old farm truck
All the girls they walk right by me
Didn't even say good luck

Now, I ride in my 225
They all
She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck
She says: It's always muddy and it rides so rough
And there ain't no graceful way to climb up in a dress
down that backroad
It was our time flying and a hell of a ride in that bronco

Momma still puts flowers out by your grave
Daddy pulls against Ford in