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Through The Country', let's go John Down the road where the black top ends You can find Colt Ford with all his friends We're used to gravel roads,
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
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
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
on the tailgate Been doin' this for some years, y'all so late (so late!) Bangin' OutKast and a little George Strait Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K Country
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
Yo, I dedicate this, to yo... To all my fans, keeping y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself Cuz its cruel when you cause
(Colt Ford, turns this thing up, mate) Hey pretty girl, tell me what you think Let this country boy, pour you a drink Crank this party up and let's
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
Lisk ist zweiter, nicht dritter sondern dreister Hamburgs neues Tempo, nichts für Popel Wir fahren Ford und nicht Opel Und zwar mit Rap-Mucke, weiß
to Hyundai czy Ford czy ma dubeltówkę czy płaski wydech Niech to będzie i Colt byle nie strzelał z dupy Justin Bieber Mam gdzieś jakiej słuchasz płyty byleby
Sponsor billboards round the outfield The announcer climbs up top to call the play by play Blue yells, "Play ball!" It's the crack of the bat The season is
in the vinyl that Ithaca get 'em runnin' They wishin' my ass would fumble so the Game could get a turn around But I run this shit just like the Colts
Yo, I dedicate to this to you To all my fans, keeping y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself 'Cause it's cruel when you
pumpin' 93 say, "What's up Church?" when I ride by in That blacked out Ford GT They write me stuff in my PO Tell me 'bout their broken homes Tell me 'bout
that hot, shaking ale And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail He got popped by the feds Fuck the cops! Take an L Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
that hot, shaking ale And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail He got popped by the feds Fuck the cops! Take an L Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
Just wait until I drop an album You gon' play this shit again Two wrongs that don't make a right My necklace shining diamonds bright Gangnem double back
the day when this album going platinum Walk in Tom Ford with that card going platinum Always on time with that Rollie going platinum First on the chart like
you made it I could write an album strictly bout injustice The world that we live in is truly corrupted Picture those wit no money n 3rd world countries
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