Colt Ford (USA) - Ride Through The Country f/ John Michael Montgomery | Текст песни

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• Colt Ford (USA)
• Ride Through The Country f/ John Michael Montgomery

Thank Y'all, How Y'all Doin? Yeah, my name's 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 l'il guitar and sing a lil bit.
I'm gonna do a l'il somthing 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, jus swimmin’ holes.
We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised,
I’ve done came a long way since back in them days,
been ‘round the world twice seen all fifty states,
ate on thousand dollar china, but love some paper plates,
there aint nothing wrong with them big city lights,
but me, I prefer them slow country nights,
where I can see the darkness come in and go
Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow,
you can leave your door open, aint 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 and things and leave, there’s somthing 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 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 welcome to take a ride through the country.

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 heart beats and spit that country
My jeans don’t sag, they fit, they kinda tight, got on a white t-shirt, know 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, 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 y'all all know exactly who I am,
And if you aint into that, i don’t give a damn!

Now before I pack and 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 I aint in the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don’t you ever cry for me,
cuz I aint ashamed where I’m from, you always welcome, 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 sometimes, 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 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 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 days work, get a good night's sleep,

I know some of yall think Colt’s kinda odd,
but I’m loud, proud and country by the grace of God!

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 l