Colt Ford - Ride Through The Country Featuring John Michael Montgomery Lyrics

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.

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 been 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 sum 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 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 somethin' 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 ain't in the things for cheep thrills
But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me
I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come
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, 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, ain't 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, '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 somethin' 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 ain't in the things for cheep thrills
But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me
I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come
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 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon
Them country boys head down to the local saloon
You're 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 won't 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
No body owe you nothin' supposed to earn your keep
But in a hard days 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 somethin' 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 ain't in the things for cheep thrills
But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me
I ain't ashamed where I'm from, you always will come
Take a ride through the country