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Colt Ford Chicken Biscuits

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

I got a cricket on the line and a bottle of shine A whippoorwill whistlin' everything is fine I got my plow boy bunny sittin' by my side What else does

hes got a back hoe its caterpillar yeller hes a heller of a feller drink a story teller with a DUI hes illegal to drive but he legally drinks gets legally

per cent of the time, a motorhead with a bed in the back of his shop. He?s got his eyes on the clock until that Snap-On truck comes. He shops like a chick

'Round here we was raised in the church We worked when we was hurt And was proud of our dirt God came first and He still does Some things will always

, 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

asphalt And when I get her in these arms of mine Lord have mercy I love her kisses Man I can't get enough Kinda like chicken and biscuits She can rock

bears was a-gettin' smart They brought up some reinforcements From the Illinois National Guard There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps And rigs of every size Yeah them chicken

Hes got a back hoe it's caterpillar yeller Hes a heller rockafeller with drink a story teller With a DUI hes illegal to drive But he legally drinks and