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
It's why the color pink was made It's why we wear cheap aftershave and bathe It's why we left the cave It's why we learned to play guitar Use chopsticks
Christopher Robbin and i walked along under branches lit up by the moon posing our questions to owl and Eeyore as our days disappear all to soon but I
I rode into town with my ear to the ground, Looking for the right band to play, I felt just right in the heat of the night, Ridden many miles that day
time and sure not the last. Got my eye on that blond with the heart-shaped ass. She been looking at me since I walked through the door. 'Bout time for old Colt
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
When you're late for work good god o'mighty, when Ur boss is a jerk Good god o'mighty, when Ur feelings geting hurt good god o'mighty some times you gotta
(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
See me and my ole lady we been fightin a bunch. And I aint quite sure but I got me a hunch. Now I know I been drinkin but im thinkin kinda clear. This
i guarantee ya folks its a hell of a show see me and my boys are a rowdy bunch,yes ma,am i get drunk and throw the first punch old colts a ring leader
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, ready or not We gonna get some We
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
We hunt the world y'all, southern style Just some good ole boys White tail, monster bears Country boys, makin' noise Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn It's time
Chillin' on a dirt road Laid back, swervin' like I'm George Jones Smoke rollin' out the window An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up
I got a cricket on the line and a bottle of shine A whippoorwill whistlin' everything is fine I got my plow boy bunny sittin' by my side What else does
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 tell me if
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
hes got a back hoe its caterpillar yeller hes a heller of a feller drink a story teller with a DUI hes illegal to drive but he legally drinks gets legally
