Lyrics:
guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn,
the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want
move on
We've been flipping dough like a
Razr, Razr
Only cash on my radar
100 miles and running
100 miles still counting
Years passing by, still hunting
the ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want
remember when
A flash of lightnin' drove us in
We were soaked down to the skin
By the time we climbed inside
And I don't remember what was poundin' more
I popped the clutch on that old red Ford
Her daddy would holler and run to the door
Dust would fly as we flew down that old gravel driveway
a
taste of colt ford,so pass the ammunition and praise the lord
lord i cant sing,but im tryin
to give my country folks somthin'they gon' like
but if you
Feeling bold, gangsters blood runs cold
It's time to reload this old .45 colt
The wind's gusty, it's hot, muggy and dusty
Bust a couple shots, make sure
don't really know
The world changes and we're feelin' so cold
I'm on the hunt, lookin' for a new job
I'm on the hunt, lookin' for a new life
I'm
We cut 'em all Jack, if it flies it dies
We cut 'em all Jack, country's how we live our lives
They call me Colt Ford
A redneck boy from down in
finding out
That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
But next thing
"How y'all doing?
Yeah, my names Colt Ford
I got my boy Brantley Gilbert in here with me
We just some country boys from Georgia
We gon' do
and ah flop we shit deh pon lock
Anywhere we go dancehall haffi
Alright, ah murder she wrote
Kick you like di bullet from a .45 Colt
Hired assassins
the city
Even when we had to run
The straights and the cops were there
Always on the hunt
Left home with a colt forty-seven
Riding out with the hope
the motor running and parked by the door
Yeah, I was foolish and wild
She was classic and regal
We were fresh out of school
Both barely legal
We were
is no near
The days that separate the night
The shadows by which we'll recognise the light
Yes, it's the simple equation of black and white
the reason why we're so fucked
'Cause by the time it's over, won't make the slightest difference
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
And I don't wanna be
home,
For the old Kentucky home far away.
They hunt no more for the 'possum and the coon,
On meadow, the hill and the shore,
They sing no more by
You were never truly loved
You've only been betrayed
You were never truly nurtured
By churches or the state
You left unprotected
To these wild
You'll be glad you don't have to drive far
You'll be happy you don't have to go far
Park your pickups and Cadilacs, Fords and Renaults
And dance like
the future
Always working in the present
C'est la chasse
C'est la chasse
Looking for it all night
We are out on the hunt
You could be in my life
Wanna go
to stirrup and side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy and we forded the flood
On the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee
on over with a bottle of bud
Looked her right in the eye, said little lady "what's up"?
D'you like country boys with a southern drawl
Who fish, hunt
the cruise control
Get me back on track
Let my old Ford treat me like a Cadillac
Nothin' on Earth that'll get me hummin'
Like a heat wave comin' and I'll
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