Ride Through the Country Colt Ford
Capo on 1st
[D]Down the road where the bl[Em]ack top ends, you [C]can find Colt Ford wi[G]th all his friends,
we[D]â??re used to gravel roads, [Em]and fishinâ??
with cane poles, [C]wasnâ??t no swimminâ?? pool[G]s, jus swimminâ?? holes.
[D]We was dirt road poor, and[Em] cane switched raised, [C]Iâ??ve been came a long way since[G] back in them days,
[D]been â??round the world twic[Em]e seen all fifty states[C], ate on thousand dollar china[G], but love sum paper plates
[D]there aint nuthin wrong with th[Em]em big city lights, [C]but me, I prefer them slow cou[G]ntry nights
[D]where I can see the darkness [Em]come in and go, Mo[C]st folks is honest, and[G] they all speak slow
[D]you can leave your door open, [Em]aint nuttinâ?? gunna happen,[C] most country folks sing, but I couldnâ[G]??t, so im rappin
[D]I wanna show yall where [Em]I come from, and invi[C]te yall all down to an[G]y country town
(Chorus)
[D]Now before I pack and t[Em]hings and leave, thereâ??s [C]sumthin I need yall to u[G]nderstand
I seen alotta t[D]hings in my life tim[Em]e, thatâ??s why I walk the [C]line, Iâ??m just a sim[G]ple man
and I aint'n t[D]he things for cheep thrills, bu[Em]t all my scars heel, s[C]o donâ??t you ever c[G]ry for me,
I aint as[D]hamed where Iâ??m from, [Em]you always will come, tak[C]e a ride through the country.[G]
(Verse 2)
[D]Up, dressed, and gone by 5[Em] am, heâ??s co[C]untry, and heâ??s rappin[G]â?? we gotta play him
[D]folks been waitin for some [Em]one like me, to gi[C]ve â??em some heart beats and[G] spit that country
[D]My jeans donâ??t sag, the[Em]y fit, they kinda tight, got on [C]a white t-shirt, no[G] nothinâ?? but work.
[D]Daylight til dark, thatâ??s[Em] how I was bread, and Iâ??[C]ll keep beinâ?? country ti[G]l the day Iâ??m dead
[D]See, country folks eat bi[Em]scuits called cat heads, [C]bar-b-q, baked beans, sw[G]eet tea, and white bread
[D]we like to fish and hunt, [Em]aint scared of a fight, [C]love the Good Lord and believe[G] in doinâ?? right,
[D]Got 4-wheel drives, [Em]some got mud on â??em, you can[C] keep your rolls roice,[G] cuz baby, we donâ??t want â??em!
[D]So now yall know exactly [Em]who I am, and if you [C]aint into that, i d[G]onâ??t give a damn!
(Chorus)
[D]Now before I pack and t[Em]hings and leave, thereâ??s [C]sumthin I need yall to u[G]nderstand
I seen alotta t[D]hings in my life tim[Em]e, thatâ??s why I walk the [C]line, Iâ??m just a sim[G]ple man
and I aint'n t[D]he things for cheep thrills, bu[Em]t all my scars heel, s[C]o donâ??t you ever c[G]ry for me,
I aint as[D]hamed where Iâ??m from, [Em]you always will come, tak[C]e a ride through the country.[G]
(Verse 3)
You might s[D]ee my on your t[Em].v, but honey yea[C]h, that donâ??t mea[G]n a thing,
you see, Iâ??m [D]still that same â??[Em]ol country boy, and that[C]â??s all Iâ??[G]ll ever be,
and some[D]time, those bright lights [Em]blind me, and make it h[C]ard for me to s[G]ee,
but when I n[D]eed to be remin[Em]ded, I take a r[C]ide through the cou[G]ntry
(Verse 4)
At a[D]bout 5 oâ??clock on Friday [Em]afternoon, them co[C]untry boys head down to the [G]local saloon
you wel[D]come to stop in and have a [Em]cold bottle, b[C]ig city boys and stuck up [G]super models,
we donâ?[D]?t care where ya from[Em], as long as you polite, cu[C]z push come to shove and ever[G]y one of us will fight
W[D]e mostly easy like Sunday m[Em]orning, olâ??[C] Colt came he[G]re to give yall fair warninâ??,
[D]country folks wont be [Em]pushed around, and theres s[C]ome of us livinâ?? in [G]every town,
we b[D]elieve in the Bible, and the [Em]U.S.A, work h[C]ard for what you want, itâ??s [G]the American way,
no b[D]ody owe you nothinâ?? supposed t[Em]o earn your keep[C], but in a hard days work, get a[G] good nights sleep,
I kn[D]ow some of yall think [Em]Coltâ??s kinda odd, but Iâ[C]??m loud, proud and country by t[G]he grace of God!
(Chorus)
[D]Now before I pack and t[Em]hings and leave, thereâ??s [C]sumthin I need yall to u[G]nderstand
I seen alotta t[D]hings in my life tim[Em]e, thatâ??s why I walk the [C]line, Iâ??m just a sim[G]ple man
and I aint'n t[D]he things for cheep thrills, bu[Em]t all my scars heel, s[C]o donâ??t you ever c[G]ry for me,
I aint as[D]hamed where Iâ??m from, [Em]you always will come, tak[C]e a ride through the country.[G]
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