Country Folk
Colt Ford
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D Am F G DD Am Country fried, baptized in gravyF G Can't wash off what the good LordD made yaD Am No matter how far that highway goesF G An old dirt road'll get you homeD (c'mon!)D Am If you see it in their eye when they try to lieF If you theG D bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kindD Am Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up highF G For my country folk (hey) my countryD folk (hey) [Verse]D Am I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of landF G And I can't hear 'em hatin on me,D I'm a modest manD Am Talkin with Jimmy Mathis and he got a planF G And when he talk I listen to him,D that's a lot of man (pops!)D Am He said we need to take it back to the root of itF G I put on for the country, that's theD truth of itD Am I'm talkin last millenium we was reppin itF G Before anybody had accepted itD (anybody!)D Am We introduced 'em to the cooler on the tailgateF G Full of cold Nattie Light playinD "Satellite"D Am A lil' Dave while we misbehave, okay (okay)F G Once we figured the game out, we goD play (go!)D Am The generation of people that love 2PacF G And hate, we bangin it in theD boondocksD Am Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scaredF G D Dem folks been doin that thang, yeah [Chorus]Continúa después del anuncioD Am Country fried, baptized in gravyF G Can't wash off what the good LordD made yaD Am No matter how far that highway goesF G An old dirt road'll get you homeD (c'mon!)D Am If you see it in their eye when they try to lieF If you theG D bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kindD Am Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up highF G For my country folk (hey) my countryD folk (hey) [Verse 2] [Colt Ford] + (Bubba Sparxxx)D Am See me and Bubba, we've been doin this a long whileF G It sure seems a lot longer than aD country mileD Am Hollywood look good, full of fake friedsF G I never thought we could ever beD here again (we back!)D Am Time heals, one fell, one came upF G Back together son, we gon' tear thisD thing upD Am A lot of talk cousin, I ain't gotta name 'emF G They wanna be us, hell I can't blameD 'em (nah)D Am So looky here, cold beer on the tailgateF G Been doin this for some years, y'allD so late (so late!)D Am Bangin OutKast and a little George StraitF G Hot damn, Colt Ford back with BubbaD K [Chorus]D Am Country fried, baptized in gravyF G Can't wash off what the good LordD made yaD Am No matter how far that highway goesF G An old dirt road'll get you homeD (c'mon!)D Am If you see it in their eye when they try to lieF If you theG D bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kindD Am Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up highF G For my country folk (hey) my countryD folk (hey) [Verse 3] [Bubba Sparxxx] + {Colt Ford}D Am E'rything real funny 'til the money come (and then what?)F G Now they want some (what) when theyD ain't wanted none (ohh)D Am And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)F G We did it son {y-yeah we did itD son~!}D Am We was drinkin Jim Beam by the handle (handle)F G Me and Steven heard they're loadinD up ammo (ammo)D Am Bumpin Goodie Mob, real tree camo (camo)F G This white boy really think heD Rambo! (GO!)D Am Cut the beat on, I bet his ass jam thoughF G You don't like it straight to hellD is where you can goD Am 12-pointer hangin right above the mantleF G You don't like the program? ChangeD the channel (woo!) [Chorus]D Am Country fried, baptized in gravyF G Can't wash off what the good LordD made yaD Am No matter how far that highway goesF G An old dirt road'll get you homeD (c'mon!)D Am If you see it in their eye when they try to lieF If you theG D bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kindD Am Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up highF G For my country folk (hey) my countryD folk (hey)