Ride Through the Country (feat. John Michael Montgomery, Ronnie Dunn & Joe Diffie)

Thank you, how y'all doing Yeah, my name's Colt Ford I just came here to do a song for y'all About where I come from, where y'all see I brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me He's gonna uh, play a little guitar, sing a little bit I'm doing a song for y'all called "Riding 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 'Cause I've been came a long way since back in the days Been around the world twice seen all 50 states Ate 'em thousand dollar China, but love some paper plates There ain't nothing 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 nothin' gonna happen Most country folks, sing, but I couldn't so I'm rappin' I wanna show y'all where I come from And invite y'all down to any country town Now before I pack my things and leave There's something I need y'all to understand I've seen a lotta things in my lifetime, that's why I walk the line I'm just a simple man, and I not in the 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 always will come 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 heart beats and spit that country My jeans don't sag, they fit, they kinda tight Got on a white t-shirt, no nothin' but work Daylight 'til dark, that's how I was bred And I will keep being country 'til the day I'm dead See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads Barbecue, 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 doing right Got 4-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 something I need y'all to understand I've seen a lotta things in my lifetime, that's why I walk the line I'm just a simple man, and I not in the 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 always will come 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 5 o'clock on Friday afternoon Them country boys head down to the local saloon You welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle Big city boys and stuck up supermodels We don't care where you from, as long as you polite 'Cause push come to shove and every one of us will fight We mostly easy like Sunday morning And old 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 USA Work hard for what you want It's the American way Nobody owe you nothin', 'posed to earn your keep Put in a hard days work, get a good night of 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 something I need y'all to understand I've seen a lotta things in my lifetime, that's why I walk the line I'm just a simple man, and I not in the 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 always will come to take a ride through the country