Gather round ya'll it's your redneck friend. I'm bout to show em how a country folks does it again. Ain't nothin' changed since you seen me last. Still livin' kinda slow, still talkin' kinda fast.
I've been told I need to focus on my life. Work a little harder, do my part, start livin right. I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light.
see me and my old lady we been fightin' a bunch. and i aint quite for sure but i got me a hunch. now i know i been drinkin' but im thinkin' kinda clear.
I made a pit stop at the corner station. In my shiny new rig where the boys were waiting. Got it all gassed up and the beer rise down. Drove 35 miles outside of town.
Low cut jeans, camel toe seams. Baby didn't pass on the extra baked beans. I lust you, you lust me. It's redneck chemistry. Got checks to bounce, got an ax to grind.
oh oooo oh. It aint 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' less than a man..
He works nine to five, five to nine, 99 point 9 per cent of the time,. a motorhead with a bed in the back of his shop.. He's got his eyes on the clock until that Snap-On truck comes..
That six string dreams when I was a kid. Playing in the air guitar wishing I was a star. Just wanted a chance to stand up here. And play a few songs for ya all.
Feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night. Ain't nothing wrong, no, we're just rolling along. Living the high life, yeah. Living the high life.
We bought to back it on up in the parkin lot got the beer on ice and the grill is hot on your mark get set baby reddy or not we gonna get some. we got ribs and things chicken and bake beans plates of styrofome we came to get it on.
Man she's... she's like everything you've ever. you've ever dreamed of. she's so perfectly imperfect. watch the way she works it. blowing like a summer breeze.
Sip it slow, kick back and let the cool breeze blow. Feel the grass up between your toes,. Take a deep breath for a minute. Sip it slow, somethin' this good gotta make last.
Look, we just rolled in, me and three of my friends,. Got on my boots and jeans, Im a redneck king.. Saw Jack and Jim and some good time shine. And any friend of yours is a friend of mine.
In her pinstriped suit she's so sophisticated she can't help it her diploma got her makin 200k while she's cruising in a jet black benz she can sip expensive wine and nibble cheese on a cracker in a pair of heels she climbs that corporate ladder but those go out the window but those go out the window on the weekend.
(Intro). Thank Yall, How Yall Doin? Yeh, my names Colt Ford, I jus came here to do a little song for yall, bout where I come from,. The way I see it, I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me, he's gunna play a lil guitar and sing a lil bit..
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills. Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill. White liquor hits you quicker; knock you off your feet.
Ride On, Ride On. Ride out, Ride Out. . Let me tell you. What we all about, all about. . It's Ride on, Ride on. It's Ride out, Ride out. . It's got me walkin.
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, a satellite dish and a trampoline. A sixty-eight red chevelle, been known to raise a little hell. All night, bar fightin some of you all say I ain't liven right Eat butterbeans and fried spam. But I ain't what you all say I am..
Man, been workin hard all week. Monday to friday. Today, I guess I'm just goin do uh.... Man I guess I'm goin do nothing in particular. Anybody wants to come do that with me.
I roll up in my two ton, black and orange harley two tone.. Texas longhorn on the grill.. Two sexy ladies hanging from the wheel.. The music thumpin' down in the club..