Verse
F# G#m E B
Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am, he’s country, and he’s rappin’ we gotta play him
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folks been waitin for some one like me, to give ‘em some heart beats and spit that country
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My jeans don’t sag, they fit, they kinda tight, got on a white t-shirt, no nothin’ but work.
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Daylight til dark, that’s how I was bread, and I’ll keep bein’ country til the day I’m dead
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See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread
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we like to fish and hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord and believe in doin’ right,
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Got 4-wheel drives, some got mud on ‘em, you can keep your rolls roice, cuz baby, we don’t want ’em!
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So now yall know exactly who I am, and if you aint into that, i don’t give a damn!
(Chorus)
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Now before I pack and things and leave, there’s sumthin I need yall to understand
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I seen alotta things in my life time, that’s why I walk the line, I’m just a simple man
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and I aint'n the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don’t you ever cry for me,
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I aint ashamed where I’m from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
(Verse 3)
F# G#m E B
You might see my on your t.v, but honey yeah, that don’t mean a thing,
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you see, I’m still that same ‘ol country boy, and that’s all I’ll ever be,
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and sometime, those bright lights blind me, and make it hard for me to see,
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but when I need to be reminded, I take a ride through the country
(Verse 4)
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At about 5 o’clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon
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you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models,
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we don’t care where ya from, as long as you polite, cuz push come to shove and every one of us will fight
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We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol’ Colt came here to give yall fair warnin’,
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country folks wont be pushed around, and theres some of us livin’ in every town,
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we believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A, work hard for what you want, it’s the American way,
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no body owe you nothin’ supposed to earn your keep, but in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep,
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I know some of yall think Colt’s kinda odd, but I’m loud, proud and country by the grace of God!
(Chorus)
F# G#m E B
Now before I pack and things and leave, there’s sumthin I need yall to understand
F# G#m E B
I seen alotta things in my life time, that’s why I walk the line, I’m just a simple man
F# G#m E B
and I aint'n the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don’t you ever cry for me,
F# G#m E B
I aint ashamed where I’m from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.
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