Testi:
Colt Ford

(Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck, You got a copy on me Pigpen? C'mon.) (Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure. By golly it

and sho not the last. Got my eye on that blond with a heart shaped ass. She been lookin at me since I walked through the door. Bout time for ole' Colt

Shotgun shack on the edge of town It's where I'll be when the sun goes down Big money, bird dog barkin' out back Wouldn't trade him in for a Cadillac

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

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

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

[Chorus] 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

York, big city of dreams With my cowboy boots gunna do my thing It's a country boy with the king of rock And y'all can't stop this real hip-hop It's Colt

your money right then you add it up We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up You thought your boy Colt Ford