Lyrics:
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
All we drive in ford and Chevrolet
Ain't no candy paint
All we drink is moonshiner out of jar
Don't enter sign on the front door
Whatcha you think I
mama
I got the shit you could play for the hoes
I got the shit you could sell to the trappers
In Decatur with the 'K and the Colt
I know some rappers
the spot (See it), and fly by them in a drop (Skrrt !)
Trying to move my fam to estates (Move), put names on license plates (They name)
No more putting our
And the lush mountains surround me
I'll ride my Ford truck with you by my side
There's a whisper in the Weston-super-Mare breeze
Reminding me of taste
than givin' the feds the satisfaction
Subtractin' my freedom have me missin' in action
A fraction of y'all, raw like Colt to the jaw
The rest
with day 1s (onnnnnesss)
Thumbin through dollars and don't play bout one
Countin racks by the one til the day I'm done (day I'm done) x2
Verse 1:
They
a shatterproof
Benz, and all my men's are tattle proof
My mic is a dyke, my life is a light
A Day to God is a Thousand Years, how long is a night?
You get trapped
in her eyes
That took me by surprise
At a hole in the wall bar just outside of that city limit sign
All my friends said boy your lucky tonight
But
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had a '28
at Kittyhawk
But take it from me I would rather walk
Dearie, life was cheery
In the good old days gone by
Do you remember
Uh huh!
Well if you
tell
On the DL I got an Indecent Proposal for her (bitch)
Mashin' in a Ford Explorer hell hound host the horror
Escape from the Box Pandora
a giant walking in a tiny world
Which is why I refuse to walk on eggshells
You sally by the seashore
Wish you could see more
I'm tired of seeing the rich
bullshit,
stay away of my business, I'm on my own and I do it well.
Listening to Colt Ford in my Ford Fiesta makes me feel alive.
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had
It was back in '32 when times were hard
He had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards
Stagger Lee
He wore rat-drawn shoes and an old stetson hat
Had
had spoken
And these were his words
I've trailed an outlaw for thirty-six days
I'm twenty hours behind him
He's here in town so I'll just be around
have a history of taking off my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said
"You're crazy"
Five days since you
(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
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
Drink
Yeah
Bruce Lee
Life gets in from the box
Seen from the box
The juice from the box
Kids suck life
Kid get suck from the box
Drink
Bruce
Moving down the ladder as I age
It's mid-life crisis baby turn the page
Same shit different day, I'm stuck in a cage
The rat race got me running
head
And the old vet said one day Rube
that colt will break an egg in you
Now and then one comes along
You just can't ride and he went on home
Your Home, Sweet Home Home..... It's All in a Day in a Life of
Living in the Ghetto !
Ahhh.. Looking for change as time goes by
Living in my building
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