Ride Through the Country

Thank y'all, how y'all doin'?
 Yeh, my names Colt Ford
 I jus' came here to do a little song for y'all
 'Bout where I come from, the way I see it
 I brought my buddy mister 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, jus swimmin' holes
 We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised
 I done came a long way since back in the day
 Been 'round the world twice seen all 50 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 and then go
 Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow
 You can leave your door open, ain't nuttin'll happen
 Most country folks sing, but I couldn't, so I'm rappin'
 I wanna show y'all where I come from
 And invite ya 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 a lotta things in my lifetime that's why I walk the line
 I'm just a simple man
 And I done done things for cheap thrills
 But all my scars heal, 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 5 a.m.
 He's country, and he's rappin' we gots to 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 catheads
 Barbeque, 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 a lotta 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
 '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 TV, 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
 Yeah
 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 a lotta 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
 'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from
 You always will come to take a ride through the country