D                         Em                C                    G                  
Down the road where the black top ends, you can find Colt Ford with all his friends,
  D                           Em
we’re used to gravel roads, and fishin’
                 C                          G
with cane poles, wasn’t no swimmin’ pools, jus swimmin’ holes. 

D                         Em                     C                                G  
We was dirt road poor, and cane switched raised, I’ve been came a long way since back in them days,
D                           Em                     C                             G
been ‘round the world twice seen all fifty states, ate on thousand dollar china, but love sum paper plates
D                              Em                  C                             G
there aint nuthin wrong with them big city lights, but me, I prefer them slow country nights
D                            Em                C                      G
where I can see the darkness come in and go, Most folks is honest, and they all speak slow
D                             Em                          C                                      G
you can leave your door open, aint nuttin’ gunna happen, most country folks sing, but I couldn’t, so im rappin
D                       Em                   C                     G
I wanna show yall where I come from, and invite yall all down to any country town 

(Chorus)
D                      Em                         C                       G
Now before I pack and things and leave, there’s sumthin I need yall to understand
               D                   Em                         C                     G
I seen alotta things in my life time, that’s why I walk the line, I’m just a simple man
              D                              Em                    C                   G
and I aint'n the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don’t you ever cry for me,
         D                       Em                       C                             G
I aint ashamed where I’m from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.

(Verse 2) 
D                         Em            C                       G
Up, dressed, and gone by 5 am, he’s country, and he’s rappin’ we gotta play him
D                          Em                C                            G
folks been waitin for some one like me, to give ‘em some heart beats and spit that country 
D                        Em                              C                  G
My jeans don’t sag, they fit, they kinda tight, got on a white t-shirt, no nothin’ but work.
D                          Em                        C                         G
Daylight til dark, that’s how I was bread, and I’ll keep bein’ country til the day I’m dead 
D                        Em                       C                       G
See, country folks eat biscuits called cat heads, bar-b-q, baked beans, sweet tea, and white bread
D                         Em                      C                             G
we like to fish and hunt, aint scared of a fight, love the Good Lord and believe in doin’ right, 
D                   Em                            C                      G
Got 4-wheel drives, some got mud on ‘em, you can keep your rolls roice, cuz baby, we don’t want ’em!
D                        Em                   C                  G
So now yall know exactly who I am, and if you aint into that, i don’t give a damn! 

(Chorus)
D                      Em                         C                       G
Now before I pack and things and leave, there’s sumthin I need yall to understand
               D                   Em                         C                     G
I seen alotta things in my life time, that’s why I walk the line, I’m just a simple man
              D                              Em                    C                   G
and I aint'n the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don’t you ever cry for me,
         D                       Em                       C                             G
I aint ashamed where I’m from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.


(Verse 3)
           D              Em               C                  G
You might see my on your t.v, but honey yeah, that don’t mean a thing, 
               D                  Em                      C            G  
you see, I’m still that same ‘ol country boy, and that’s all I’ll ever be,
        D                         Em                     C              G
and sometime, those bright lights blind me, and make it hard for me to see,
            D              Em             C                  G
but when I need to be reminded, I take a ride through the country


(Verse 4)
    D                          Em                C                           G
At about 5 o’clock on Friday afternoon, them country boys head down to the local saloon
       D                          Em            C                         G                          
you welcome to stop in and have a cold bottle, big city boys and stuck up super models,
        D                    Em                         C                            G
we don’t care where ya from, as long as you polite, cuz push come to shove and every one of us will fight 
 D                          Em           C            G
We mostly easy like Sunday morning, ol’ Colt came here to give yall fair warnin’,
D                     Em                         C                     G
country folks wont be pushed around, and theres some of us livin’ in every town, 
    D                            Em           C                             G    
we believe in the Bible, and the U.S.A, work hard for what you want, it’s the American way, 
    D                               Em              C                               G
no body owe you nothin’ supposed to earn your keep, but in a hard days work, get a good nights sleep, 
    D                     Em                        C                               G
I know some of yall think Colt’s kinda odd, but I’m loud, proud and country by the grace of God!


(Chorus)
D                      Em                         C                       G
Now before I pack and things and leave, there’s sumthin I need yall to understand
               D                   Em                         C                     G
I seen alotta things in my life time, that’s why I walk the line, I’m just a simple man
              D                              Em                    C                   G
and I aint'n the things for cheep thrills, but all my scars heel, so don’t you ever cry for me,
         D                       Em                       C                             G
I aint ashamed where I’m from, you always will come, take a ride through the country.