Ride Through the Country

Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeh, my names Colt Ford

I just came here to do a little song for y'all

'Bout where I come from, the way I see it

I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me

He's gonna play a lil' guitar and sing a lil bit

I'm gonna do a lil sumthin' for y'all

Called 'Ride 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, and fishin' with cane poles

Wasn't no swimmin' pools, just swimmin' holes

We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised

I've been 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 some paper plates

There ain't nuthin' wrong with them big city lights

But me, I prefer them slow country nights

Where I can see the darkness come in and then go

Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow

You can leave your door open, ain't nuttin' gunna happen

Most country folks sing, but I couldn't, so I'm rappin'

I wanna show y'all where I come from

And invite y'all all down to any country town

Now before I pack my things and leave

There's sumthin' I need y'all to understand

I seen alotta things in my life time

That's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man

And not into things for cheep thrills

But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me

'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come

To take a ride through the country

Up, dressed, and gone by five am, he's country

And he's rappin' we gottas 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 bred

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, ain't scared of a fight

Love the good Lord and believe in doin' right,

Got four-wheel drives, some got mud on 'em

You can keep your Rolls Royce, 'cause baby

We don't want 'em! So now y'all all know exactly who I am

And if you ain't into that, I don't give a damn!

Now before I pack my things and leave

There's sumthin' I need y'all to understand

I seen a lotta things in my life time

That's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man

And not into things for cheep thrills

But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me

'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come

To take a ride through the country

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

At about five 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

'Cause push come to shove and every one of us will fight

We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol' Colt

Came here to give y'all fair warnin'

Country folks wont be pushed around

And there's 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

Nobody owe you nothin' supposed to earn your keep

Put in a hard day's 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 the grace of God!

Now before I pack my things and leave

There's sumthin' I need y'all to understand

I seen a lotta things in my life time

That's why I walk the line, I'm just a simple man

And not into things for cheep thrills

But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me

'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come

To take a ride through the country