Ride Through The Country

Thank you, how y'all doing
Yeah, my name's Colt Ford
I just came here to do a song for y'all
About where I come from, where y'all see
I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me
He's gonna uh, play a little guitar, sing a little bit
I'm doing a song for y'all called "Riding 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, just swimmin' holes

We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised
'Cause I've been came a long way since back in the days
Been around the world twice seen all 50 states
Ate 'em thousand dollar China, but love some paper plates
There ain't nothing 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 nothin' gonna 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 down to any country town

Now before I pack my things and leave
There's something I need y'all to understand
I've seen a lotta things in my lifetime, that's why I walk the line
I'm just a simple man, and I not in the 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 someone 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, no nothin' but work
Daylight 'til dark, that's how I was bred
And I will keep being country 'til the day I'm dead

See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads
Barbecue, 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 doing 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 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 something I need y'all to understand
I've seen a lotta things in my lifetime, that's why I walk the line
I'm just a simple man, and I not in the 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

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 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, yeah

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 supermodels
We don't care where you from, as long as you polite
'Cause push come to shove and every one of us will fight

We mostly easy like Sunday morning
And old 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 USA
Work hard for what you want
It's the American way

Nobody owe you nothin', 'posed to earn your keep
Put in a hard days work, get a good night of sleep
I know some of y'all think ol' 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 something I need y'all to understand
I've seen a lotta things in my lifetime, that's why I walk the line
I'm just a simple man, and I not in the 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