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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!
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
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
tears
So let's kick this party from dead to live
Shoot it on up like a Colt .45
MC Delite, if you're number one
Bust a cap in the crowd with your
night I get to play music
For the greatest fans in the whole wide world
And I'm a keep on doin' what Colt Ford does
Cause that's all I know how to do
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
[Chorus: x2]
I hope we can all get alone tonight
I`m tryin` to take me somethin` home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay
Country fried, baptized in gravy
I can't wash off what the good Lord made ya
No matter how far that highway goes
An old dirt road'll get you home
cousins
A toast to the West,
Courtesy of the South,
Brought to ya by Colt Ford, people all aboard.
It’s the Midnight Rider, call me Baby Bocephus
For
I don't wanna sell yay
Get my door kicked in by the kkk
Shoulda said the police
Lookin for the quarter piece inside my caprice

from the tracks
Started with a dollar and a dream

We did it for the West, motherfucker, like Kanye
Niggas get stretched out on [?]
Got three thousand stacks, I ain't
your mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and roll Chevy's
My momma rolls joints
Smoke rolls off of the tip
Daddies a rolling stone
I
learn (I'm high)

I use my Colt 45 to shoot down your Olde English
By the time that I'm finished I peel the caps off six Guinness
Skwad Training helps
your mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and roll Chevy's
My momma rolls joints
Smoke rolls off of the tip
Daddies a rolling stone
I
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
Artist: Hot Boys f/ Baby
Album: Let 'Em Burn
Song: Do Whatcha Do
Typed by: CaTasHtRoPhE21@aol.com

[B.G.]
When I shine - I gatta shine right
My Roley
that?“
„Hear what? I don't hear anything unusual“
„A sort of strange haunting music
It's been coming in on a interstellar frequency
But at regular

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