Ford, Colt Filmography

• 2011 CMT Music Awards (2011)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• What I Call Home - Colt Ford
• Waffle House - Colt Ford
• Twisted - Colt Ford
• Trailer Park Pulp Fiction - Colt Ford
• Tool Timer - Colt Ford
• She Likes To Ride In Trucks - Colt Ford
• She Ain't Too Good For That - Colt Ford
• Saddle Up - Colt Ford
• Room At The Bar - Colt Ford
• Ride Through The Country - Colt Ford
• Nothing In Particular - Colt Ford
• Muddigger - Colt Ford
• Mud Flap - Colt Ford
• Mr. Goodtime - Colt Ford
• Like Me - Colt Ford
• I'd Rather Be Lucky Than Good - Colt Ford
• I Can't Sing - Colt Ford
• Huntin The World - Colt Ford
• Hip Hop In A Honkytonk - Colt Ford
• Good God Almighty - Colt Ford
• Dirt Road Anthem - Colt Ford
• Country Thang - Colt Ford
• Country Kids - Colt Ford
• Cold Beer - Colt Ford
• Chicken & Biscuits - Colt Ford
• Big White Redneck - Colt Ford
• Back (ft. Jake Owen) - Colt Ford
• Back - Colt Ford

Songwriters:
(Feat. JB and the Moonshine Band)
Man, I've been ridin' through the country for awhile now. There ain't
Nothin' like home. But y'all make everywhere feel like home for me. Let's
They say home is where you hang your hat, but it's hard when you a music
Gotta give my heart and soul every night to another fan
From Alabama out to Texas up to Washington
Then headed home to wash some clothes, and then do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to V.A.
To, by God, West Virginia, country folk come out to play
Run down to North Carolina, make a stop in Greenville
Head on over to Myrtle Beach House of Blues, y'all know the deal
Everyday another place, every night another show
From Mississppi to Missouri, man, I've gotta go
See, every night is different, but really, it's all the same
It's all about the fans, hell, y'all can keep the fame
I spend my life on the road, but I've never been alone
I can have a mansion on a hill, but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love, and that's what I call
Home
Headed out to Billy Bob, then hit Louisiana
Take off to Arkansas so's I can steal some country grammar
Run out to Kansas City, then visit Illinois
Country folks are everywhere, y'all better make some country noise
Head up to Michigan, then maybe Montreal
Stop off in New York City so I can holler, "Hey, y'all"
Head out to California, I love some Arizona
Vegas and Oregon, they always have some country fun
Stop in Oklahoma, Wyoming, and Nebraska
North and South Dakota, might even hit up Alaska
Wisconsin, Minnesota, Iowa, and of course Kentucky
Ohio, Pennsylvania, Georgia, Florida, damn, I'm lucky
I'll stop in Indiana, or maybe Idaho
I love it in Montana and Colorado
No matter where I go, no matter where I roam
I truely love all y'all; you make it feel like home
I spend my life on the road, but I've never been alone
I can have a mansion on a hill, but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love, and that's what I call
Home
Man. Every night, I get to play music for the greatest fans in the whole,
Wide world. And I'm gonna keep on doin' what Colt Ford does 'cause that's
All I know how to do. So whenever I come to your town, out in the woods or
That big city, just remember it'll be just like goin' home. Let's go.
I spend my life on the road, but I've never been alone
I can have a mansion on a hill, but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love, and that's what I call
Home
I spend my life on the road, but I've never been alone
And I could have a mansion on a hill, but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
'Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love, and that's what I call
Home
Home, home, home

See me and my ole lady we been fightin a bunch. And I aint quite FOR sure but I got me a hunch. Now I know I been drinkin but
I'm thinkin kinda clear. This HERE'S the truth and I aint leavin this booth. Until I tell everybody exactly what she done. I
Done called my boy's son and told him bring my gun. I'm tryin to figure out exactly what went wrong. I'm WORKING DAYLIGHT TO
DARK to give her a nice home. I aint never been the type to ask for to much. Just a meal now and then and sometimes a slow
Touch. Tell me what to do man whata ya think. I know the waitress and the cook and they don't care if we drink. I'm just
Tryin to make sence outta all this shit. Lord I'm not a violent man but the guns in my HAND. Should I stay or should I go
Or just let it be. Lord the cheatin WOMANS GONNA be the death of me.
Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.
Man my whole world is upside down. I guess I'm about to be the laughing stock of the town. I heard FROM my cousin it's a
Dozen or more. And I found the Sheriffs badge on the bedroom floor. And ole boy from church said he saw her with the
Preacher 40 miles from here AT a bar drinkin beer. She told me THAT she was havin lunch with her sister. I was home cleanin
Wishin I didn't miss her. See love will bring you home but lies brought me here. Heard her and the town Judge been at it for
A year. I rekon you can't make a whore a house wife. But I dam sure tried even when she lied. Now I'm sittin here starin at
This plate of grits. Thinkin about goin TO put a bullet in that CHICK. Maybe I should shoot everyone of them fellas. But
Come to think of it son I really aint jelious. Matterfact let me thank yall for makin it clear. Hell fix me a patty melt
Son AND pour me a beer. Now I'm scattered, smothered, COVERED, and and happy to be free. To hell with cheap women yall heard
It from me.
SO, Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.
AND Bring me my gun. Need someone to talk to before I hurt someone.
Meet me at the one off 28. My guns in the closet. Under my bad company tapes. And grab that moonshine sittin on the
Freezer. it's gona easy the pain. The next time I see her.
Meet me at the Waffle House. It's goin down. Just found out my ole ladys been messin around. Met me at the Waffle House.

Oh oooo oh
It ain't rained in a month
Mama done took a job part time at the five and dime
Lord, times is hard, Daddy's pride is really hurtin',
feelin' less than a man.
Workin' dark to dark, how much more can he stand?
I ain't never seen him cry now I'm 17
Quarterback, first string, gave my high school ring
to the prettiest little girl, green eyes and red hair.
I think I might ask her to marry me tonight at the
fair.
I ain't never been so torn, should I stay or leave?
Get out of this small town, am I lettin' 'em down?
I could even play ball somewhere in the fall.
Live the big city life, I guess I could have it all..
[Chorus:]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted.
Man, how do you decide between real life and a dream?
Lovin' ya Ma and Pa, ya girl, and ya team
Trying to figure out the next move to make,
Trying to figure out the right road to take.
Dying to get out, but still afraid to roam.
Is it wrong to wanna leave the only place I've known?
Life as I know it is just simple and plain:
Chores, school, and practice, everyday is the same.
I'm tired of the routine and everyone knowing me.
I'm dreaming of everything the t.v. is showing me.
They promised me a full ride to UCLA,
But that's a whole 'nother world for small town G.A.
Lord, I'm askin', I hope you hear my prayer
Cuz I'm torn between here and what I see over there.
I pray someway that you could give me a sign.
Tell me which way to go cuz I sure don't know.
[Chorus:]
I don't know (sang in background)
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
[ Colt Ford Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted.
Lord, we're one win away from winning it all,
And I'm a plan flight away from seeing my first ball.
I can finally see the ocean and stars of Hollywood.
Say bye to this damn farm, get a tattoo on my arm.
Forget these dirt roads and the way I was raised.
Chase the bright lights of the California nights.
Sports cars and sushi is all I see.
When I order some sweet tea they start laughin' at me
Boy, this new life ain't what I thought it would be.
Maybe the city life ain't made for me.
Now I'm wishing I was fishin' on the lake with Dad,
And starting to realize being country ain't bad.
I miss that ol' farm and that red headed girl
And waking up before the sun to help Daddy get it done.
I'm packed and headed back to the place I was born.
Proud to be country and no longer torn
[Chorus:]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin' on
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin' on
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted. yeah. Lord, I'm twisted. oh yeah
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
If I should wait or should I go, I just don't know
This song is for everybody, no matter whether you're
from a small town,
The hood, the big city, it don't matter - Everybody's
got their dreams they wanna follow.
Some people are ashamed of where they're from, they
don't know where they're
Supposed to be. Everybody find your place in life, be
proud of who you are.
Don't let nothing hold you back.

Low cut jeans, camel toe seams
Baby didn't pass on the extra baked beans
I lust you, you lust me
It's redneck chemistry
Got checks to bounce, got an ax to grind
Got me on the bike, got you behind
Buy your mom a BOB and your dad some tissues
We got ideas and we got issues
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde
Romeo and Juliet better run it high
You got the look and you got the touch
Got moves so hot make a prison guard blush
Got no rules got no compunction
A product of good down home dysfunction
Straight off the farm, children of the corn
Get totaled, here comes the storm
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
We'll end up, in the sunset
In our pink lawn chairs
With plastic palm tress, a big screen TV
On parole in the middle if nowhere
Until we're there
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction

He works nine to five, five to nine, 99 point 9 per cent of the time, a motorhead with a bed in the back of his shop. He's
Got his eyes on the clock until that Snap-On truck comes. He shops like a chick, he buys it all on credit, maxed out yeah,
But he don't regret it. Cause he's in high demand a mans man a modern day wrench slinger with a cellie in his hand
He's a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar. He don't use a book got it all in his head if
Worse comes to worst man he'll jump on the web. Yeah he's flexible takes IOU's or trades work for work tell him what it is
That you do. He's got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl
He's got about ten different 9/16's, open end box and everything in between. Penlight in his pocket, McGyver meets Crockett,
If it takes a tool to do it right I guarantee ya he's got it. Has a tool box lined with gold with a centerfold foldout taped
To the side so he's good to go, he's standard and metric, hydraulic electric, daylight to dark shop doors open and he's
Hectic.
He's a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar. He don't use a book got it all in his head if
Worse comes to worst man he'll jump on the web. Yeah he's flexible takes IOU's or trades work for work tell him what it is
That you do. He's got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl.
One of those white tank top tight jean jaw dropping missus, to knock him off his feet so sweet like mama's country kisses.
Someone pretty as a pearl with bouncing blonde curls, someone to rock his world and be a tool timer girl
He's a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar. He don't use a book got it all in his head if
Worse comes to worst he'll just jump on the web. Yeah he's flexible takes IOU's or trades work for work tell him what it is
That you do. He's got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl
One of those white tank top tight jean jaw dropping missus, to knock him off his feet so sweet like mama's country kisses.

Songwriters: Ford, Colt; Gordon, Noah; Shepherd, Tom
(Feat. Craig Morgan)
It seems like yesterday, we were bringin' ya home
I was so scared to hold ya, now I'm scared to let go
Knowin' that growin' up was just a part of your life
From baby to young lady, from woman to wife
Now, everything I do seems to be wrong
Dear God, will you please let her hear my song
This road life leads can be so long
Lord, I pray that she will always know her way home
She likes to ride in trucks
She don't need me around near as much
I wish I could slow her down, but my baby's growin' up
And she likes to ride in trucks
Man, it's funny how time flies
When I look in her eyes
I used to see me, but now, I see him
It's like ropin' the wind, and knowin' you can't win
And then I realize that I used to be him
She used to run to me, now she's runnin' for the door
Chasin' her own dreams and doin' her own thing
It's time for you to make your own mark in the world
But to me, you'll always be daddy's little girl
Yeah, she likes to ride in trucks
She don't need me around near as much
I wish I could slow her down, but my baby's growin' up
And she likes to ride
When he shook my hand, and looked me in the eyes
And promised me that she'd be home on time
(Yeah, he's a pretty good boy)
(Oh, yeah)
But I was sixteen once
She likes to ride in trucks
She don't need me around near as much
I wish I could slow her down, but my baby's growin' up
And she likes to ride in trucks
I wish I could slow her down, but my baby's growin' up
And she likes to ride in trucks

In her pinstriped suit she's so sophisticated she can't help it her diploma got her makin 200k while she's cruising in a jet black benz she can sip expensive wine and nibble cheese on a cracker in a pair of heels she climbs that corporate ladder but those go out the window but those go out the window on the weekend
[Chorus:]
That's when she drives barefeet likes to eat chicken with her fingers catch her down at wallys bar she's quiet the country singer she'll go cat fishing skinny dipping at the drop of a cowboy hat she ain't too good for that
In a Monday morning meeting she smokes the competition she's been known to dig an art exhibition betohven polo and now and then a good horse race she'll turn the nasdaq into cash like she's a magician knows politics better than a politician but she'd rather talk baseball anyday wanna play
[Repeat Chorus:]
She can say isn't or she can say ain't you can tell her she can but don't tell her she can't

We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler 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 of ya'll messing with this country sound
Them boys sent me with some new country
We rock Fords and lift kits with gun racks and mud on 'em
Ain't scared of nothing so don't push the button
Like them long legged girls with curls and tight jeans
And they love cold beer round here with chicken wings
Baby this new country is all about me but I love some Johnny Cash, Waylon, and Willie.
Respect the old school and make room for the new
Now tell me you don't love what this country boy can do
Go get the skoal spit with the lighter style
Big boy so cool I make all them girls smile
So tell me what you need and old Colt will make it happen
Thangs is changing we got a country boy rappin'
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
When they talk about the south they call it dirty baby
We was raised on cheese grits biscuits and gravy
We say sir and ma'am and we don't give a damn
If you like it or not we gonna hold our spot
Give me crown and coke or maybe jack and sprite
A case of Coors light and it's on tonight
We talking about a party down on Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble we don't mean no harm
That's just how we do so tell me what you want
Some say they will but still most won't
Keep it banging till the sun come up hear the rooster crow then it's time to go
Cause there's horses that need breakin' and cows that need pennin'
I do what it takes to keep them girls grinnin'
Every girl crazy about a bow legged boy
In tight jeans and boots that rope rides the chutes
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
It's about to go down it's the low down
Go on and spread the word we about to have a ho down
It's a party at Colt crib baby come by
You wanna saddle up I'll give you one try
And you a cowgirl so I know you know
How to hold on and ride like the rodeo
We ain't done yet your pretty silhouette
I'm hoping me and you can ride off in the sunset
I wanna get you all alone girl I can't wait to
Get you to my home I've got 35 acres
It's not quite 40 but I'm hung like a mule
And if you got some friends then they can come too
We do it like they do it on the ponderosa
With a bunch of alcohol and my guns in holsters
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on
Hey it's a party baby get your swerve on
You wanna come get your boots put your spurs on

Look, we just rolled in, me and three of my friends,
Got on my boots and jeans, I'm a redneck king.
Saw Jack and Jim and some good time shine
And then a friend of yours is a friend of mine
All I want is a seat, all I need is a beek,
I live the life like a rhyme, still standing in line.
But that's alright with me, 'cause I'm a regular joke.
Don't wanna be a star, yo, just a part of the show.
Ain't trying to be cool, won't suffer the fools,
So it goes, short, funny, you can keep your money.
I keep my truck, you keep your fancy car.
If you're looking for me I'll be right at the bar.
There's plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don't like the rat race, we've got the right place,
It's plenty of room at the bar.
Cast away on the island of the misfit toys,
I spent my youth taking shit from all the girls and boys
'till I learned to get along with me, myself and I.
I got soft, 'cause good boys don't cry.
They called me a freak, now I'm living up to the label,
I'm hungry as hell and I want my place at the table
So I stop into this high class joint.
Looking for some dinner, but the odds are getting thinner,
Yeah, I'm checking at the lobby, but they say I'm late.
They put my name at the bottom of the chart and say I have to wait
A dress code, who's that guy over there?
Wearing the T shirt and jeans with all that gel in his hair.
That's not fair, but I guess it's just the way that it goes,
If you don't have reservations, then you better know the host.
Otherwise, be advised, they'll put you out with the trash,
In the cold, you'll be begging for scraps.
But I'm not playing that game, I know a place down the street
Where they never judge a brother by the shoes on his feet,
They welcome everybody come from near and far,
There's always plenty of room at the bar.
There's plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don't like the rat race, we've got the right place,
It's plenty of room at the bar.
There's plenty of room at the bar.
Come on in, grab a seat,
Right here we ain't bailing people, but you can tap your feet.
Now grab a drink and don't stress,
We're gonna treat you like a friend, no matter how you dress.
No matter where you come from, this is where you are,
Don't swap the grill, sit back and chill,
Everybody here is gonna make you feel like a star.
There's plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don't like the rat race, we've got the right place,
It's plenty of room at the bar.
There's plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don't like the rat race, we've got the right place,
It's plenty of room at the bar.
There's plenty of room at the bar,
There's plenty of room at the bar,

(Intro)
Thank Yall, How Yall Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from,
the way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me, he’s gunna play a lil guitar and sing a lil bit.
Im gunna do a lil sumthin for yall called Ride Through The Country, let’s go John.
(Verse 1)
Down the road where the black top ends, you can find Colt Ford with all his friends, we’re used to gravel roads, and fishin’
with cane poles, wasn’t no swimmin’ pools, jus swimmin’ holes.
We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised, I’ve done came a long way since back in the day, been ‘round the world
twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates , there aint nuthin wrong with them big
city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country nights, where I can see the darkness come and then go
Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow, you can leave your door open, aint nuttin’ happen, most country folks
sing, but I couldn’t, so im rappin, I wanna show yall where I come from, and invite ya all down to any country town
(Chorus)
Now before I pack my things and leave, there’s sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my lifetime,
that’s why I walk the line, I’m just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheap thrills, but all my scars heel, so
don’t you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I’m from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
(Verse 2)
Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am, he’s country, and he’s rappin’ we gotta play him, folks been waitin for some one like me, to
give ‘em some hot beats and spit that country
My jeans don’t sag, they fit, and kinda tight, got on a white t-shirt, no nothin’ but work. Daylight til dark, that’s how I
was bread, and I’ll keep bein’ country til the day I’m dead
See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread, we like to fish and
hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord and believe in doin’ right,
Got 4-wheel drives, some got mud on ‘em, you can keep your rolls royce, cuz baby, we don’t want ’em! So now ya all know
exactly who I am, and if you aint into that, i don’t give a damn!
(Chorus)
Now before I pack and things and leave, there’s sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time,
that’s why I walk the line, I’m just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so
don’t you ever cry for me, I aint ashamed where I’m from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
(Verse 3)
You might see my on your t.v, but honey, that don’t mean a thing, you see, I’m still that same ‘ol country boy, and that’s
all I’ll ever be, and sometime, those bright lights blind me, and make it hard for me to see, but when I need to be reminded,
I take a ride through the country
(Verse 4)
At about 5 o’clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon, you welcome to stop in and have a
cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models, we don’t care where ya from, as long as you polite, cuz push come to
shove and every one of us will fight
We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol’ Colt came here to give yall fair warnin’, country folks wont be pushed around, and
theres some of us livin’ in every town, we believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A, work hard for what you want, it’s the
American way, no body owe you nothin’ supposed to earn your keep, put in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
I know some of yall think ole Colt’s kinda odd, but I’m loud, proud, and country by the grace of God!
(Chorus)
Now before I pack and things and leave, there’s sumthin I need yall to understand, I seen alotta things in my life time,
that’s why I walk the line, I’m just a simple man, and I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so

Man, been workin hard all week
Monday to friday
Today, I guess I'm just goin do uh...
Man I guess I'm goin do nothing in particular
Anybody wants to come do that with me
Ya'll are welcome, c'mon
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
Nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Ain't doin nothing in particular just livin my life, I thank the lord for my friends, family, youngin's, and wife, another
Day in the country and it sure feels good, ain't no hustle and bustle out here in the woods, just a lot of good folks, a lot
Of hard work, a whole lot of love for the man above, everyday is a blessing I'm above the ground, around here folks wave when
You ride through town, ain't got no schedule for myself to do, might fire up the grill, or play some horseshoes, wherever I'm
At is right where I'll be, so load up your trucks, and come hang with me, I'm doin...
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
Nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Now ya'll listen up, cuz I'm a tell you the truth, that there aint nothing better than jeans and boots, ridin' in a truck on
An old dirt road, and crankin' up Waylon on the radio, knowin' that tomorrow may or may not come, but today is all good out
Here in the woods, life in the country is a blessin' ya'll, eatin' deep fried turkey with some dressin' ya'll, there aint no
Reason for stressin' ya'll, just do what I do, and yall gonna have a ball, so don't take no plans on this here day, when they
Ask you what your doin, this is what you say
Just livin' and lovin', laughin' and thankin' god for the day, what else can I say, so load up your truck and come hang with
Me, I'm doin nothing in particular, ya'll come see, I'm doin...
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
Nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Nothing in particular,
(We do this stuff all day)and I'm doin it all day long,
(Country girls come out and play, we always get it on this way)
A hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta nothing in particular
(We can do this stuff all day)
And I do it well,
(Country girls come out and play, we always get it on this way)

All the hoes coughin
truck exhaust poppin
middle of newberry
got the parkin lot rockin
old folks hate but they still steadily watchin
wishin we would quit but us rednecks aint stoppin
we mud boggin
you stuck watchin
wishin you could be with us cause the party poppin
you say you can dig man
we aint seen nothing
your girl wanna be with us
now i heard she said she wanna muddiger
we keep the mud by the pound
our tires stay roarin while we ridin thru the town
mud digger and i keep a bad truck around
big truck tall suspension
40 inches from the ground
mud digger and my chevy sittin on 44's
pipes louder than glass packs
straight pipes y'all know
y'all know how the mud diggin goes
and get a couple tickets to a mud boggin show
mud digger i dont need no skill
for this shit
i can be mud diggin while im hittin on your chick
hatin on my truck Hatin' on my truck ill make the situation worse
you dont wanna take a ride in that jacked up hearse
all eyes on me ima hit the mud
first People love to see me go through the worst to go
all the hard work, hard work If your'e lazy go to work
been in the mud 5 minutes i just stained
my damn shirt Cause ima mud digger we keep the mud by the pound our tires
stay roarin' while we headin' through
town Mud digger and i keep a bad truck around big
truck soll suspension 40 inches from the ground Mud
digger and my chevys sittin' on 44's pipes
louder than glass packs, straight pipes
y'all know Mud digger Y'all know
how the mud diggin' goes Get a couple
tickets to a mud boggin show Mud diggers
we dont rock them gangsta clothes we be
wearin wrangler jeans people rollin
with them AT's we be muddin jumpin stuntin
hummin with the mud king MT's here comes RC in that 2500 hd ask
again has he hit any ditches lately Big D muddin chuggin beers 3 seconds
til they empty i see you muddin with me cause we's a mud diggers we keep
the mud by the pound our tires stay roarin while we headin through town mud
digger and i keep a bad truck around big truck tall suspension 40 inches
from the ground mud digger and my chevys sittin on 44's pipes louder than
glass packs, straight pipes y'all know mud digger y'all know how the mud
diggin goes get a couple tickets to a mud boggin show mud diggers watchin
out for mud diggers in the country people gettin stuck on friday all the
way through sunday it doesnt matter if they comin or they goin i bet we can
make them chafin boys stuck if they come our way cops lookin for the mud
trail from the highway we slidin off the trail through the road goin
sideways if they ask it doesnt matter what they say he say she say we say
cause wes' a mud diggers we keep the mud by the pound our tirers roarin
while we headin through the town mud digger and i keep a bad truck around
big truck tall suspension 40 inches from the ground mud digger and my
chevys sittin on 44's pipes louder than glass packs straight pipes y'all
know mud digger y'all know how the mud diggin goes get a couple tricks to a
mud boggin show all the hoes coughin truck exhausts poppin middle of
newbury got the parking lot rockin old folks hate but they steadily watchin
wishin we could quit but us rednecks aint stoppin you hear that? i said us
rednecks aint stoppin you hear that? rednecks, i said us rednecks aint
stoppin rednecks, i said us rednecks aint stoppin rednecks, i said us

I roll up in my two ton, black and orange harley two tone.
Texas longhorn on the grill.
Two sexy ladies hanging from the wheel.
The music thumpin' down in the club.
I see a honey blowin' wranglers up.
She top heavy with the long dark hair.
Jeans are stuffed like a build a bear.
[Chorus]
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Chrome rack and a swayed back.
Can't help but stare when she's built like that,
Those curves she got give me a heart attack.
A little dirty but she cleans up nice,
A taste of sugar but a lotta spice.
Hit reverse, baby bring it on back.
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
I bet you're rollin' in the royal tees.
I'd like to peek inside your treasure weed.
I've even seen you on the rearview glass;
Devil horns, angel wings on back.
Covered in chrome, girl you got real flash.
Dubs like a truck, is every hit your nav.
[Chorus]
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Chrome rack and a swayed back.
Can't help but stare when she's built like that,
Those curves she got give me a heart attack.
A little dirty but she cleans up nice,
A taste of sugar but a lotta spice.
Hit reverse, baby bring it on back.
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Don't be scared it's just a ride.
I'll even let you drop into 4 wheel drive.
[Chorus]
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Chrome rack and a swayed back.
Can't help but stare when she's built like that,
Those curves she got give me a heart attack.
A little dirty but she cleans up nice,
A taste of sugar but a lotta spice.
Hit reverse, baby bring it on back.

I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I said hey good looking what's on your mind. Is there something I can help you find?
She said "I'm looking for a man for me and my kid."
I said honey he ain't here but a good time is.
She smiled and asked me if could show her one
I said take my hand darling let's start the fun.
I asked her name and she asked me mine
I said honey they call me MR. Goodtime.
(Chorus)
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I got a four wheel drive parked right outside
And you can feel when it comes to speed
So if you're looking for that goodtime
Baby get with it take my hand
And just come to me
Well all have mercy look what just walked in
It was tall red head with a brunette friend
I said hey there ladies. Yall anit from round here.
They said we just passing thru wont you buy us a beer.
Yes ma'm I will. I'll even buy yall a shot.
They said we wanna get wild is this the right spot?
I said ladies you're in luck. Everything that you find
By the way the girls call Mr. Goodtime.
(Chorus)
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I got a four wheel drive parked right outside
And you can feel when it comes to speed
So if you're looking for that goodtime
Baby get with it take my hand
And just come to me
When I hear last call I know it's time to ride
I can fit half a dozen in my four wheel drive
If you wanna see why I got em standing inline
Come on take a ride with Mr. Goodtime
(Chorus)
I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands.
I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox, so tell me if you're ready to dance.
I got a four wheel drive parked right outside
And you can feel when it comes to speed
So if you're looking for that goodtime
Baby get with it take my hand

Woo hoo!
Lord have mercy.
This here makes me feel good! I believe I'm about to get my physical out my truck.
Oh, I gotta tell y'all what it feels like to be me, what it feels like to country!
Y'all come with me, check this out.
I really want all of y'all to see
That it's great to be country and great to be me
I know a boy from way down south is pretty good with a rope and fast with his mouth
I came here to represent for y'all, to show you a country boy with a southern drawl
Who can do his thang with the CMT crowd, MTV crowd, BET crowd
Give everybody something really real about this country, life so they all can feel
How good it is to be like us: blue jeans, boots and big ol' trucks.
Yes mam, I thank you that's what we do. I'm proud to be country, now how 'bout you?
Put on your cowboy hat so the world can see. Look them all in the eye they better wish they was me.
Chorus
I bet you wish you walked like me, damn sure wish you could talk like me.
I bet you wish you had a horse like mine, know how to plow a field and make strawberry wine.
I bet you wish you had a truck like me, 'aint scared to saddle up if it bucks like me.
I bet you wonder how I got it like that, make all the girls holler when I tip my hat.
Yes sir, everybody ask me what why and how, could a boy know how to rap, and how to milk a cow.
Here they come baby, I'm just doing my thang, I'm here to show the world that the country folk got game.
Yeah everybody's tired of hearing all those lies, guys talking tough on a record to get a piece of the pie.
Colt loves the ladies and they love me, loaded with southern charm, I don't mean no harm.
So gather round, country boys and girls, this one's for you so what you gonna do?
If y'all believe in the USA, and fight for your freedom every single day become a cowboy, an' that's all I know.
'Aint scared to move fast but like to live slow, put on your cowboy hat so the world can see. Look 'em all in the eye they
Better wish they was me.
Chorus
I bet you wish you walked like me, damn sure wish you could talk like me.
I bet you wish you had a horse like mine, know how to plow a field and make strawberry wine.
I bet you wish you had a truck like me, 'aint scared to saddle up if it bucks like me.
I bet you wonder how I got it like that, make all the girls holler when I tip my hat.
If you say it like me then I mean for all of y'all, then it's time to stand up and throw your hands up, be able to raise hell
To this hick – hock sound make sure they all know the country has come to town.
Be proud of who you are and where you from. Tell all those that wanna where they can get some.
White, black or brown it don't matter to me, this here's for everyone that loves the country.
My way of life, my way of thinkin', God, family, friends and a little bitta' drinkin'.
So put your hat on so the world can see. Look them all in the eye better wish they was me.
Chorus
I bet you wish you walked like me, damn sure wish you could talk like me.
I bet you wish you had a horse like mine, know how to plow a field and make strawberry wine.
I bet you wish you had a truck like me, 'aint scared to saddle up if it bucks like me.
I bet you wonder how I got it like that, make all the girls holler when I tip my hat.
Yes sir,
Yee – haw!
Lord have mercy!
It feels good to be country, hope y'all feeling like I'm feelin'!
Anytime any of y'all wanna come down here, y'all can see it how we do it down here in the country. This is real baby, this

(feat. Jonathan Singleton)
Duggin' that lightning south pole, I've been on that power ball,
Raising my pick-up truck with a train.
Hooking it to a big bass, making me some of cool cash,
The way I'm living ain't hard to explain.
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Tough than pretty,
Rockin in the country than rolling in the city.
Spend my life rolling them dice,
Instead I'm living like everybody says I should.
I'd rather be lucky, rather be lucky than good.
Staying home last night, when to a red light,
Knowing when to go all in.
Coming up with the right line, picking up one that's so fine,
Ain't got no business talking to a ten.
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Tough than pretty,
Rockin in the country than rolling in the city.
Spend my life rolling them dice,
Instead I'm living like everybody says I should.
I'd rather be lucky, rather be lucky than good.
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Country than hood,
Any ol' day I'll bale in hay,
Fixing my truck, getting it stuck,
Covered in mud, ice cold bud.
Waiting that line, sipping that shine,
Eating fried chick and guitar picking.
Hey, do you like the way I'm cool for
bumping and got your stereo pumping.
Hey, do you like the way I'm cool for
bumping and got the girls.
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Tough than pretty,
Rockin in the country than rolling in the city.
Spend my life rolling them dice,
Instead I'm living like everybody says I should.
I'd rather be lucky, rather be lucky than good.
Hey, do you like the way I'm cool for
bumping and got your stereo pumping.
Hey, do you like the way I'm cool for

Too easy,
(Chorus)
Lord I can't sing, But I'm tryin,
To give my country folks somthin' they goin' like,
But if ya don't, Well then I'm sorry,
Meet me outback when I'm done and we can fight,
(Verse)
I'm just here to do me the only way I know, And I guarantee ya folks it's a hell of a show,
See me and my boys are a rowdy bunch,
Yes ma'am I get drunk and throw the first punch,
Ol' Colt's the ring leader, Ya ya'll that's me, Been known to raise hell from LA to Tennessee,
So don't get outta line cause we don't take no crap, I'm just here to drink beer
And do some country rap,
(Chorus)
Lord I can't sing, But I'm tryin,
To give my country folks somthin' they goin' like,
But if ya don't, Well then I'm sorry,
Meet me outback when I'm done and we can fight,
(Verse)
Ya'll never thought that I can do it like this, It ain't country twang when I do my thang,
See I work from sun up to sun down,
You better be ready when I come to your town,
Cause me and my boys we goin' do it all night, And we goin' party till we see the sunlight,
So fire up the grill, Ice the beer,
And tell your friends, That they could meet us down the road where the blacktop ends,
(Chorus)
Lord I can't sing, But I'm tryin,
To give my country folks somthin' they goin' like,
But if ya don't, Well then I'm sorry,
Meet me outback when I'm done and we can fight,
(Verse)
Well this here's the last verse, Bout time to leave,
A redneck rap song I know it's hard to believe, But I was raised on conway
And willie, sugar hill gang and run dmc,
So hell what ya think, It was bound to happen, Bout time for someone to do some country rappin',
Give the whole world a taste of Colt Ford, So pass the ammunition and praise the lord,
(Chorus)
Lord I can't sing, But I'm tryin,
To give my country folks somthin' they goin' like,
But if you don't, Well then I'm sorry,
Meet me out back when I'm done and we can fight,
(Chorus)
Lord I can't sing, But I'm tryin,
To give my country folks somthin' they goin' like,
But if ya don't, Well then I'm sorry,

We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ol' boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
Everbody come gather round
Southern boys gon' lay it down
Better bring the kids, we gotta teach 'em
They're the future, we gotta reach 'em
We came to hunt, we brought some friends
Like Stone Cold Steve Austin
John Michael Montgomery might come on through
Big grin to hun, right here for you
We've got the best pro staff around
Doug, Tom, and John coming to your town
With Troy Gentry, Brent, and Wooley
Josh and Heather, There's no one better
Old Mike Beatty, he's the man, the world record , y'all understand
With Greg Zipadelli, Hal and Ken
Come on y'all, let's go huntin' again
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
We lock and load, go do our thang
Huntin' the world for all kinds of game
Bears, boars, birds, bucks
Southern boys in camo trucks
Worldwide on the outdoor channel
So y'all tune in and bring a friend
We huntin'baby, grits and gravy.
Come on y'all let's southern style
Drink sweet tea up in the tree
Drop a 12-Point buck from a quarter mile
We bass fishin', hog huntin', turkey shootin',
Game runnin', mud boggin', camoflagen
Puttin' it down, so y'all can watch it
Huntin' The World is the name of the show
Better ask somebody if you don't know
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun

Red light, friday night, hittin' the town, I had some George Strait crankin with the windows down, til this escalade,
Thumpin' bass, drowneded him out he was rattlin his rims and shakin the ground, oh hawh
I put my foot on the gas I didn't have to go far, I found this funky little steel and fiddle redneck bar, the band was in the
Middle of "your cheatin heart", I bought a bag of tater chips and a PBR. Settled down on a stool plannin on stayin, but when
They took a break the DJ started playin...
Hip Hop in a Honkytonk, wait a minute hold the phone somethin's wrong I came in here to hear a country song, not hip hop in
A honkytonk
Now what do you think ole hank would say, it'd kill em if he still was alive today, I bet money that he's rollin over in his
Grave, cuz hank sure as hell didn't do it that way
Hip hop in a honkytonk, I'll give you twenty bucks in you turn that sh*t off, you ask me it oughta be outlawed, hip hop in a
Honkytonk
When all of a sudden every girl in the club, got on the floor startin shakin her butt, it was packed, it was stacked from
The front to the back, this cowboy ain't seen nothing like that
Hip hop in a honkytonk, they were dancin like strippers but they kept their clothes on, I'm starin to think that I might been
Wrong about hip hop in a honkytonk
Cuz when they move like that I'll watch em all night long, hip hop in a honkytonk, I gotta admit I'm havin second thoughts

When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
Woke up this morning about past 8
Work started at 7
And I was still smelling like seagrams 7
Oh hell, don't know what I'm gonna do
Man one sock is brown the others blue
Wheres my dang keys man wheres my truck
Ol scram musta took it that sonofa buck
Got to go ask the neighbor if I can borrow his saab
Cause mondays rent due, shoot I need this job
Got the keys from slim took off slinging rocks
Hit the town doin 90 lord there's the cop
Now I'm pulled over in front of the bossman's gate
Got liquor on my breath lord I'm scared to death
Now the sherrif's looking at me like we ain't friends
Then I seen the camera crew not cops again
Once was enough, I guess the devil's inside me
Somedays you gotta say "good god almighty"
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
Well I done went and hired me one of them P.I.'s
'Cause I think my ol lady's tellin me some lies
Now I'm looking at the tape and it's her with slim
When I was out working hard she was home with him
No wonder he was eager to let me borrow his car
But now he's comprehended in the cookie jar
They would thinking that the drinking might make me forget
But I'm sharper then bear claws, slicker than goose shit
They say life's a bitch and the shit just happens
I guess that's the truth cause I'm a country boy rappin
Got my stuff all packed, everything's a blur
And my damned ol dog wants to go with her
Man this is crazy I'm a pretty good dude
A little rough around the edges and an attitude
I don't know what do to
I guess the devil's inside me
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
(Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god almighty
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god
Good god almighty
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty
Come on everybody yell "good god almighty"
When you're late for work, good god almighty
When your boss is a jerk, good god almighty
When your feelings get hurt, good almighty
Sometimes you gotta yell "good god almighty"
When your truck breaks down, good god almighty
When your girl's running 'round, good god almighty
When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty

Yeah, I’m chilling on a back roads,
Laid back rollin to some George Jones,
Smoke blowin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
it’s got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off my real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street on mud tires
Back in the day Pott farm was the place to go
Load the truck up hit the dirt road,
Jump the barbwire spread the word
Light the bon fire then call the girls
The king in the can and the Marlboro man
Jack and Jim were a few good men
Where we learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too
Better watch out for the boys in blue
And all this small town he said she said
ain't it funny how rumors spread
Like I know something ya'll don’t know
Man this shit is getting old
Man mind your business watch your mouth
Before I have to knock your loud ass out
I'm tired of talking ya'll aint listenin
Them old dirt roads is what ya’ll missin
Yeah, I’m chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin to some George Jones,
Smoke blowin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
it’s got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off my real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street on mud tires
I sit back and think about them good ole days
The way we were raised and our southern ways
We like cornbread and biscuits
If it’s broke round here we fix it
See I can take ya’ll where you need to go
Down to my hood and back in them woods
We do it different round here that’s right
And we sho do it good and we do it all night
So if you really wanna know how it feels
To get off the road wit a truck and four wheel
Jump on in tell yo friends
And we'll be raising hell where the black top ends
Yeah, I’m chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin to some George Jones,
Smoke blowin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
it’s got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off my real life, driving that truck
hittin easy street on mud tires
Yeah, I’m chilling on the back roads,
Laid back rollin to some George Jones,
Smoke blowin out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin in the console
Memory lane up in the headlights
it’s got me reminiscing on the good times
sittin turning off my real life, driving that truck

Songwriters: Akins, Rhett; Davidson, Dallas; Ford, Colt; Hayslip, Ben
(Feat. Eric Church/Dallas Davidson)
Shotgun shack on the edge of town
It's where I'll be when the sun goes down
Big money bird dog barkin' out back
Wouldn't trade him in for a Cadillac
County wanna pave my ole dirt road
Went to the courthouse, said "hell no"
It's a country thing, it's a fish on the string
Mary Jane chompin' on a chicken wing
It's a tire swing on a river bank
It's the way we talk, it's the way we sing
It's either in your blood, or it ain't
It's a country thang
Known my girl since she was fourteen
She's the first runner up to the Hart County Cotton Queen
She was raised on corn bread, purple hull peas
She turns them heads at the feed 'n' seed
She rides in the middle of my four wheel drive
Got a honey hole way back in the pines
It's a country thing, it's some cut-off jeans
Paintin' her toes on the porch swing
Sweet like sugar cane, come a good rain
Make a little love while the tin roof sings
It's either in your blood, or it ain't
It's a country thang
It's a country thing, barefoot and crazy
Fried green tomatos and some sawmill gravy
Take pride in workin' hard for a livin'
Pray before meals, it feels good givin'
Back to the needy, greedy is not us
Thank God for it even if it ain't much
That's we does it down here in the mud
What else can I say, y'all, it's in my blood
It's either in your blood, or it ain't
(That's how we does right here)
Oh, it's either in your blood or it ain't
(C'mon, y'all)
It's a country thang
It's a country thang
It's a country thang

'Round here we was raised in the church
We worked when we was hurt
And was proud of our dirt
God came first and He still does
Some things will always be just like they was
Life's still good 'round here everyday
Ask anyone, betcha they all say
Chorus
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old back roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
Shellin' butter beans on the porch with Grandma
Learnin' how to cut the grass on the lap of Grandpa
On that old John Deere, Lord the thing still runs
Learned how to bait a hook and how to shoot a gun
Life's still good 'round here everyday
Ask anyone, I betcha they all say
Chorus
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old back roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
From New York City to the Georgia pines
From Hollywood to the Bible belt
No ya'll we ain't too hard to find
No we ain't hard to find
Chorus
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old dirt roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
Yeah from the moment we're born
Till we're a hundred and six

Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring em, hey we ain't gonna leave
Well good god o' mighty, there's a party in here. lord have mercy, I'm thirsty pass me a beer
Been working all day, bout ready to play. I done called all my boys and they on their way.
And we ain't goin home til the sun come up, and if I'm too drunk to drive I'll just sleep in my truck
Won't be the first time, sure not the last. got my eye on that blonde with the heart shaped ass
She been lookin at me since I walked in the door. bout time for ole Colt to twirl her round the dance floor
See if she got a thing for them ole cowboys who like to fight, raise hell, and make a lot of noise
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring em, ya'll we ain't gonna leave
Well here's the situation, the blonde wasn't cooking but she came with a friend who was just as goodlooking
So I eased 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, and fight, say yes ma'am and ya'll?
If so then I might be just your type, if not what the hell? darlin I won't tell
Now me and you can ease on outta here, my truck is out front I got a cooler of beer
And I'd love to take you for a bite to eat, waffle house is still open right down the street
It's only on me I got plenty of cash. I might fight a grizzly bear for a piece of that ass.
As a matter of fact, run and get your friends, I'll round up the boys we can make some noise
Well just pass me a cold one, buddy it's that time again
That neon says open and I'm here with all my friends
So just keep them taps a-flowing, the first round's all on me
And as long as they keep pouring em, ya'll we ain't gonna leave
C'mon

Lord of mercy here she comes
Behind the wheel of a pickup truck
Mud slingin', she's singin', country girl just doin' her thing and,
ain't nothing like my backwoods baby
drive a tractor, drive me crazy
likes huntin', loves fishin', and she can hold her own in the kitchen,
and by the way boys, did I mention
She's pretty as a field of daisies,
She's sweeter than the watermelon wine,
Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt,
When I get her in these arms of mine,
Lord have mercy, I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
She can rock them high heeled shoes,
But she'd rather wear cowboy boots,
Cut off jeans and a baseball hat,
Them city girls cant do it like that,
Off the chain on Friday night
Dancing and drinkin', ain't scared to fight,
But Sunday mornin' comes rollin' round,
Singin' in the choir is where she's found
Ya'll I'm so proud, cause there ain't no doubt
She's pretty as a field of daisies,
She's sweeter than the watermelon wine,
Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt,
When I get her in these arms of mine,
Lord have mercy, I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
(Hey)
Hey sweet thing let me hold you close
(Oh)
There's something that you need to know
(Hey)
When it comes to loving you
(Oh)
Ain't nothing that I'd rather do
(Wooo)
She's pretty as a field of daisies,
She's sweeter than the watermelon wine,
Way hotter than the Alabama asphalt,
When I get her in these arms of mine,
Lord have mercy, I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough

This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Lord I tried the best I could
I never really thought she would
Leave me for younger fella
Didn't take the time to tell her
'Bout all the good things she done
And how she was my only one
True love, best friend, huntin' buddy gettin' muddy
She was everything to me
Guess I just couldn't see
What it was she was missin'
Slow dancin' and long kissin'
Dinner on a friday night
Wine by the candle light
Now I'm just sittin' here
Cryin' in my beer
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Now I'm layin' drunk in the floor
Yellin' lookin' at the door
I called her mama and her sister
Told 'em that I really missed her
I guess I know what kinda gone
She ain't never comin' home
Back to bein' all alone
My life is like a sad song
Every time I hear her name
I realize what a shame
Now I'm just old news
Dealin' with these danged ole blues
This big white redneck's got the blues
Lord o' mercy this pain really hurts me y'all
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
I don't know what to do
I'm never gettin' over you
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze (That's right)
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Yeah this woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze (That's right)
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Well we're gonna see if it'll cure me
Matter of fact I'm cured now
I'm gonna call your sister
I might even call your mama
That's right

Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a
hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
When I think about how it used to be, Lord it was so
simple then
Dirt-bike and a fishin' pole at a fishin' hole with all
my friends
Nothin' better than a BB gun in my backyard just
huntin' squirrels
Took a ring from my mama's drawer and gave it to this
little girl
Her mama called mine and then my daddy had to have a
talk
I remember like yesterday what he said when we took
that walk
"Son don't you ever tell no lie, even if the truth
burns"
Everyday my mind goes back to all those lessons learned
And I wanna go
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a
hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
I remember that Texaco that Mr. Logan used to own
They turned in something else and Mr. Logan's long gone
My best friend David, he grew up ridin' in that
wheelchair
Thought I'd give a million bucks if that old boy was
still here
Ain't it funny how time goes by and memories seem to
fade away
They built a parking lot on the baseball field we used
to play
That skating ring is closed down, but now I see us back
again
I remember those all night skates, very first dates and
my old friend
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a
hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
My dad's gettin' older now but son he's still as tough
as ever
Him and my little boy are best friends now, wish it
could last forever
My mama is still the one I talk to when I need advice
She never ever let me down
God what will I do when she's not around
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a
hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was

Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a
Hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
When I think about how it used to be, Lord it was so
Simple then
Dirt-bike and a fishin' pole at a fishin' hole with all
My friends
Nothin' better than a BB gun in my backyard just
Huntin' squirrels
Took a ring from my mama's drawer and gave it to this
Little girl
Her mama called mine and then my daddy had to have a
Talk
I remember like yesterday what he said when we took
That walk
"Son don't you ever tell no lie, even if the truth
Burns"
Everyday my mind goes back to all those lessons learned
And I wanna go
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a
Hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
I remember that Texaco that Mr. Logan used to own
They turned in something else and Mr. Logan's long gone
My best friend David, he grew up ridin' in that
Wheelchair
Thought I'd give a million bucks if that old boy was
Still here
Ain't it funny how time goes by and memories seem to
Fade away
They built a parking lot on the baseball field we used
To play
That skating ring is closed down, but now I see us back
Again
I remember those all night skates, very first dates and
My old friend
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a
Hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
My dad's gettin' older now but son he's still as tough
As ever
Him and my little boy are best friends now, wish it
Could last forever
My mama is still the one I talk to when I need advice
She never ever let me down
God what will I do when she's not around
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a
Hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was