[Intro: Colt Ford]
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 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
[Verse 1: Colt Ford]
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 done came a long way since back in the day
Been around 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 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
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 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
[Verse 1: Colt Ford]
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 done came a long way since back in the day
Been around 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 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
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