Twisted Colt Ford

[Intro: Unspecified]
Woah-ooh-ooh

[Verse 1: Colt Ford]
It ain't rained in a month
Mama done took a job part time at the five and dime
Lord, times is hard, Daddy's pride is really hurtin'
Feelin' less than a man
Workin' dark to dark, how much more can he stand
I ain't never seen him cry now I'm 17
Quarterback, first string, gave my high school ring
To the prettiest little girl, green eyes and red hair
I think I might ask her to marry me tonight at the fair
I ain't never been so torn, should I stay or leave
Get out of this small town, am I lettin' 'em down
I could leave and play ball somewhere in the fall
Leave the big city life, I guess I could have it all

[Chorus: Unspecified]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin' on me
And all this pain in my family, they all depend on me
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin' on me
And all the pain in my family, they all depend on me
Lord, I'm twisted

[Verse 2: Colt Ford]
Man, how do you decide between real life and a dream
Lovin' your Ma and Pa, your girl, and your team
Tryin' to figure out the next move to make
Tryin' to figure out the right road to take
Dyin' to get out, but still afraid to roam
Is it wrong to wanna leave the only place I've known
Life as I know it is just simple and plain
Chores, school, and practice, everyday is the same
I'm tired of the routine and everyone knowin' me
I'm dreamin' of everything the TV is showin' me
They promised me a full ride to UCLA
But that's a whole 'nother world from small town GA
Lord, I'm askin', I hope you hear my prayer
'Cause I'm torn between here and what I see over there
I pray someway that you could give me a sign
Tell me which way to go 'cause I sure don't know