Country Folk
Colt Ford
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(início)
D Am F G D D Am Country fried, baptized in gravy F G D Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya D Am No matter how far that highway goes F G D An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!) D Am If you see it in their eye when they try to lie F G D If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind D Am Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high F G D For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
Verse
D Am I'm out here on a thousand acre plot of land F G D And I can't hear 'em hatin on me, I'm a modest man D Am Talkin with Jimmy Mathis and he got a plan F G D And when he talk I listen to him, that's a lot of man (pops!) D Am He said we need to take it back to the root of it F G D I put on for the country, that's the truth of it D Am I'm talkin last millenium we was reppin it F G D Before anybody had accepted it (anybody!) D Am We introduced 'em to the cooler on the tailgate F G D Full of cold Nattie Light playin "Satellite" D Am A lil' Dave while we misbehave, okay (okay) F G D Once we figured the game out, we go play (go!) D Am The generation of people that love 2Pac F G D And hate, we bangin it in the boondocks D Am Now put your drink in the air if you ain't scared F G D Dem folks been doin that thang, yeah
Chorus
D Am Country fried, baptized in gravy F G D Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya D Am No matter how far that highway goes F G D An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!) D Am If you see it in their eye when they try to lie F G D If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind D Am Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high F G D For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
Verse 2
[Colt Ford] + (Bubba Sparxxx) D Am See me and Bubba, we've been doin this a long while F G D It sure seems a lot longer than a country mile D Am Hollywood look good, full of fake frieds F G D I never thought we could ever be here again (we back!) D Am Time heals, one fell, one came up F G D Back together son, we gon' tear this thing up D Am A lot of talk cousin, I ain't gotta name 'em F G D They wanna be us, hell I can't blame 'em (nah) D Am So looky here, cold beer on the tailgate F G D Been doin this for some years, y'all so late (so late!) D Am Bangin OutKast and a little George Strait F G D Hot damn, Colt Ford back with Bubba K
Chorus
D Am Country fried, baptized in gravy F G D Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya D Am No matter how far that highway goes F G D An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!) D Am If you see it in their eye when they try to lie F G D If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind D Am Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high F G D For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
Verse 3
[Bubba Sparxxx] + {Colt Ford}
D Am
E'rything real funny 'til the money come (and then what?)
F G D
Now they want some (what) when they ain't wanted none (ohh)
D Am
And that's just how the thing go when you get 'er done (how?)
F G D
We did it son {y-yeah we did it son~!}
D Am
We was drinkin Jim Beam by the handle (handle)
F G D
Me and Steven heard they're loadin up ammo (ammo)
D Am
Bumpin Goodie Mob, real tree camo (camo)
F G D
This white boy really think he Rambo! (GO!)
D Am
Cut the beat on, I bet his ass jam though
F G D
You don't like it straight to hell is where you can go
D Am
12-pointer hangin right above the mantle
F G D
You don't like the program? Change the channel (woo!)Chorus
D Am Country fried, baptized in gravy F G D Can't wash off what the good Lord made ya D Am No matter how far that highway goes F G D An old dirt road'll get you home (c'mon!) D Am If you see it in their eye when they try to lie F G D If you the bullet-hole-in-a-stop-sign kind D Am Then I'm right there wit'cha, put your drinks up high F G D For my country folk (hey) my country folk (hey)
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