and sho not the last. Got my eye on that blond with a heart shaped ass. She been lookin at me since I walked through the door. Bout time for ole' Colt
Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive. Got a mean xxx dog whose name is Sickem Sam. I got a motor hangin from a tree
[Chorus] I got two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila with nothing but time on my hands. I got my boots on tight and some money for the jukebox so
money right then you add it up We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up You thought your boy Colt Ford
(Verse 1) See, me and my old lady, we?ve been fightin? a bunch And I ain?t quite for sure, but I got me a hunch Now, I know I?ve been drinkin?, but I?
Red light, friday night, hittin' the town, I had some George Strait crankin with the windows down, til this escalade, Thumpin' bass, drowneded him out
Oh oooo oh 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
to show the world that the country folk got game. Yeah everybody?s tired of hearing all those lies, guys talking tough on a record to get a piece of the pie. Colt
(feat. Rachel Farley) 'Round here we was raised in the church We worked when we was hurt And was proud of our dirt God came first and He still does Some
(Verse 1) Lord things have changed since we first met We been down a long road that's filled with regret It's hard to forget and even harder to forgive
Mud diggers All the hoes coughin Truck exhaust poppin Middle of newbury Got the parkin lot rockin Old folks hate But they still steadly watchin' Wishin
Shotgun shack on the edge of town It's where I'll be when the sun goes down Big money, bird dog barkin' out back Wouldn't trade him in for a Cadillac
[feat. Luke Bryan] Ain't enough hours in the day, It sure does feel like all work and no play Honey I know that the grass ain't mown, The car ain't washed
't need me around, near as much I wish I could slow her down But my baby's growin' up She likes to ride in trucks [Bridge: Craig Morgan (Colt Ford)]
(feat. Josh Gracin) It's why the color pink was made It's why we wear cheap aftershave and bathe It's why we left the cave All About Ya'll Lyrics It
(Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck, You got a copy on me Pigpen? C'mon.) (Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure. By golly it
Lord have mercy here she comes Behind the wheel of a pickup truck Mudd slingin' She's singin' Country girl just doin her thing and Ain't nothing like