Lyrics:
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
dukes and abbotts, and the gentry of the land.
Rollin' on, I've been rollin' on,
And my head is high, from the battle won,
Laid down my life for
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'
'Cuz I'm a city boy, but I always dreamed of country life
Cruising down the backroads, getting blown by my wife
Pistol on my hip and my doggo in the bed
but I'm leavin' as fast as I can
I want to go home with the armadillo good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
The friendliest people
Country City Girl
Written by: Ray Shavers BMI
Copyright 2023 Ray Shavers Music
VERSE #1
Whistle blows at 5:00 she's out the door
Fires it up she
can bet your boots,
that I'm leavin' just as fast as I can.
Chorus;
I want to go home with the armadillo.
Good country music from Amarillo
My girl got a girlfriend
See 'em in a pearl Benz
Passin' by ya, sittin' higher
Flyin' then what yours is
My girl got a girlfriend
And we be bringin'
That country girl has her ways
To make a grown man go insane
The way she movin' it in them jeans
Can make a good man go crazy, yeah
Country, that's
vibe,
I like to sip on something fine
Colored liquor getting thicker by the blink of an eye
What you want baby,
You wanna come to my home home
You
a try
And now this rapper from Tampa got a country side
Got my boots at Duke's on a Wednesday
Do the same thing Moon on a Friday
Out there with
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more:
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like another freak
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low
Makin that bacon, row by row
Can't get them muscles at the YMCA
It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
her roses bloom
Down home barbecuein'
In the backyard just outside her room
I miss that country girl
I just got to go and see her soon
I know I
home by myself is so boring
I just get temperamental and horny
I just long to be free with rest of the country
And it wouldn't kill me if I were with
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
boots
There's some good hearted people who give thanks to God and don't forget their back home roots
We may shoot down a buck or knock down some ducks but
can bet your boots
That I'll be leaving
Just as fast as I can
I wanna go home
With the armadillo
Good country music
From Amarillo to Aboline
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more:
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like another freak named
from some trailer trash
Then girl, you need to get fucked by a country boy
So head on down to Tennessee
Where the men chug beer and crush pussy
Betty-Jo
Took her to my home and we did it on the floor
The girl got freaky and I tell you more
She was down on her knees beggin' to blow
She's like
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