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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) · Ride, Red, Ride (Henry "Red" Allen) · Ride Ranger Ride (Roy Rogers) · Ride, Red, Ride in Hi-Fi (Henry "Red" Allen) · Ride Captain Ride: Anthology of Classics (The Blues Image) · Ride Red Ride (The Charioteers) · Ride Ranger Ride (Roy Rogers) – and 90 other albums »


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
draggin', draggin' down Main once more
With a peroxide blonde in a hopped up model Ford

Well, I pulled on over, she asked me for a ride
She moved real close,
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
Down the road where the black top ends, 
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends, 
We're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles,
Old Blue Ford
Music & Lyrics by Delma Carl Suggs

The paint is faded
On this old mottled skin,
With bubbles of rust
Pushing up from within.
You can reach me by railway, 
You can reach me by trail way
You can reach me on an airplane, 
You can reach me with your mind

You can reach me
Colt Ford, low cash, rednecks, social club.
Colt Ford, low cash, rednecks, social club.
Colt Ford, low cash, rednecks, social club.
Hey Up on the Caprock
Me and my baby ride
Goin a hundred miles an hour
Cause this old Ford can still fly
Got Four Roses in a sack
An we ain't
ride, one last ride
My past is close behind me, my pistol by my side
Gotta keep on ridin'...time's not on my side
I'm a pistol totin' gamblin' man
conflicting questions ride around in my brain
Should I order cyanide or order champagne?
Oh, what is this sudden jolt? I feel like a frightened colt
Just hit
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
She was sitting crossed legged on a hood of a ford
Filing down her nails with a emery board
Talking to her friends about people they knew
She was sitting crossed legged on a hood of a ford
Filing down her nails with a emory board
Talking to her friends about people they knew
And all
She was sitting cross-legged on a hood of a Ford
Filing down her nails with a emory board
Talking to her friends about people they knew
And all
It's all about where you put the horizon
Said the Great John Ford to the young man rising
You got to frame it just right and have some luck
built by Ford
Let it roll, let it roll
Although it may not be the only one
Let me ride, ride, ride, ride,
Although I may not be the only one.

I got
conflicting questions ride around in my brain
Should I order cyanide or order champagne?
Oh, what is this sudden jolt? I feel like a frightened colt
Just hit
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
feel
And he'd say, turn it left and steer it right
Straighten up girl now you're doing just fine
Just a little valley by the river where we'd ride
You can reach me by railway
You can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane
You can reach me with your mind

You can reach me by
You can reach me by railway
You can reach me by trailway
You can reach me on an airplane
You can reach me with your mind

You can reach me by caravan
Yeah Mustang take me
Mustang Ford take me far away
Been driving for days now
Been driving to take the pain away
Gotta get some love now
Love
replaced by a 1958 
Model T-bird Ford. Baby said where you want to go, I said I don't know, maybe 
Mexico anywhere where tequila flows is alright with me.
sings "Swing Low"
At the church in the choir, Sunday dinners on the fire
Colt Ford Danny Boone gettin' mud up on the tires

We represent our folk but
an old wood boat rides"
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When daddy let me drive

Just an old half ton shortbed