Ride Through the Country (feat. John Michael Montgomery)

Thank y'all, how y'all doin'? Yeah, my names Colt Ford I just came here to do a little song for y'all 'Bout where I come from, the way I see it I brought my buddy Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me He's gonna play a lil' guitar and sing a lil' bit I'm gonna do a lil' sumthin' for y'all, called Ride 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 I done came a long way since back in the day Been around the world twice, seen all 50 states Ate on thousand dollar china, but love some paper plates There ain't nothin' 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 nothing'll happen Most country folks sing, but I couldn't, so I'm rappin' I wanna show y'all where I come from And invite ya all down to any country town Now before I pack my things and leave There's somethin' I need y'all to understand I seen a lotta things in my lifetime, that's why I walk the line I'm just a simple man And I done done 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're always welcome 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 hot beats and spit that country My jeans don't sag, they fit, and kinda tight Got on a white t-shirt, know nothin' but work Daylight 'til dark, that's how I was bread And I'll keep bein' country 'til the day I'm dead See, country folks eat biscuits called catheads Barbeque, 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 doin' right Got four-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 somethin' I need y'all to understand I seen a lotta things in my lifetime, that's why I walk the line I'm just a simple man And I done done things for cheap thrills But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me 'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from You're always welcome 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 five o'clock on Friday afternoon Them country boys head down to the local saloon You're welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle Big city boys and stuck up super models We don't care where ya from, as long as you polite 'Cause push come to shove and every one of us will fight We mostly easy like Sunday morning Ol' 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 U.S.A Work hard for what you want, it's the American way Nobody owe you nothin', supposed to earn your keep Put in a hard day's work, get a good night's 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 somethin' I need y'all to understand I seen a lotta things in my lifetime, that's why I walk the line I'm just a simple man And I done done things for cheap thrills But all my scars heel, so don't you ever cry for me 'Cause I ain't ashamed where I'm from You're always welcome to take a ride through the country, yeah