Colt Ford - Ride through the country

^DDown the road where the bl^Emack top ends, you ^Ccan find Colt Ford wi^Gth all his friends, we^D’re used to gravel roads, ^Emand fishin’ with cane poles, ^Cwasn’t no swimmin’ pool^Gs, jus swimmin’ holes.

^DWe was dirt road poor, and^Em cane switched raised, ^CI’ve been came a long way since^G back in them days, ^Dbeen ‘round the world twic^Eme seen all fifty states^C, ate on thousand dollar china^G, but love sum paper plates ^Dthere aint nuthin wrong with th^Emem big city lights, ^Cbut me, I prefer them slow cou^Gntry nights ^Dwhere I can see the darkness ^Emcome in and go, Mo^Cst folks is honest, and^G they all speak slow ^Dyou can leave your door open, ^Emaint nuttin’ gunna happen,^C most country folks sing, but I couldn?^G??t, so im rappin ^DI wanna show yall where ^EmI come from, and invi^Cte yall all down to an^Gy country town

^DNow before I pack and t^Emhings and leave, there’s ^Csumthin I need yall to u^Gnderstand I seen alotta t^Dhings in my life tim^Eme, that’s why I walk the ^Cline, I’m just a sim^Gple man and I aint'n t^Dhe things for cheep thrills, bu^Emt all my scars heel, s^Co don’t you ever c^Gry for me, I aint as^Dhamed where I’m from, ^Emyou always will come, tak^Ce a ride through the country. ^G

^DUp, dressed, and gone by 5^Em am, he’s co^Cuntry, and he’s rappin^G’ we gotta play him ^Dfolks been waitin for some ^Emone like me, to gi^Cve ‘em some heart beats and^G spit that country ^DMy jeans don’t sag, the^Emy fit, they kinda tight, got on ^Ca white t-shirt, no^G nothin’ but work. ^DDaylight til dark, that’s^Em how I was bread, and I’^Cll keep bein’ country ti^Gl the day I’m dead ^DSee, country folks eat bi^Emscuits called cat heads, ^Cbar-b-q, baked beans, sw^Geet tea, and white bread ^Dwe like to fish and hunt, ^Emaint scared of a fight, ^Clove the Good Lord and believe^G in doin’ right, ^DGot 4-wheel drives, ^Emsome got mud on ‘em, you can^C keep your rolls roice,^G cuz baby, we don’t want ’em! ^DSo now yall know exactly ^Emwho I am, and if you ^Caint into that, i d^Gon’t give a damn!

^DNow before I pack and t^Emhings and leave, there’s ^Csumthin I need yall to u^Gnderstand I seen alotta t^Dhings in my life tim^Eme, that’s why I walk the ^Cline, I’m just a sim^Gple man and I aint'n t^Dhe things for cheep thrills, bu^Emt all my scars heel, s^Co don’t you ever c^Gry for me, I aint as^Dhamed where I’m from, ^Emyou always will come, tak^Ce a ride through the country. ^G

You might s^Dee my on your t^Em.v, but honey yea^Ch, that don’t mea^Gn a thing, you see, I’m ^Dstill that same ‘^Emol country boy, and that^C’s all I’^Gll ever be, and some^Dtime, those bright lights ^Emblind me, and make it h^Card for me to s^Gee, but when I n^Deed to be remin^Emded, I take a r^Cide through the cou^Gntry

At a^Dbout 5 o’clock on Friday ^Emafternoon, them co^Cuntry boys head down to the ^Glocal saloon you wel^Dcome to stop in and have a ^Emcold bottle, b^Cig city boys and stuck up ^Gsuper models, we don??^D?t care where ya from^Em, as long as you polite, cu^Cz push come to shove and ever^Gy one of us will fight W^De mostly easy like Sunday m^Emorning, ol’^C Colt came he^Gre to give yall fair warnin’, ^Dcountry folks wont be ^Empushed around, and theres s^Come of us livin’ in ^Gevery town, we b^Delieve in the Bible, and the ^EmU.S.A, work h^Card for what you want, it’s ^Gthe American way, no b^Dody owe you nothin’ supposed t^Emo earn your keep^C, but in a hard days work, get a^G good nights sleep, I kn^Dow some of yall think ^EmColt’s kinda odd, but I?^C??m loud, proud and country by t^Ghe grace of God!

^DNow before I pack and t^Emhings and leave, there’s ^Csumthin I need yall to u^Gnderstand I seen alotta t^Dhings in my life tim^Eme, that’s why I walk the ^Cline, I’m just a sim^Gple man and I aint'n t^Dhe things for cheep thrills, bu^Emt all my scars heel, s^Co don’t you ever c^Gry for me, I aint as^Dhamed where I’m from, ^Emyou always will come, tak^Ce a ride through the country. ^G