Colt Ford Follow

I move through the big city, to make a little better money, then get back home.
Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steal and stone.
I’ve got a neighbor, he’s a lawyer, his wife can be his daughter, he don’t know what to think of me.
‘cause sight my boe on a styrofoam door by the hole on the 18 green.

‘cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey, y’all, in a reckon so, with a mossy oak from head to toe
This corn fed corn bread country as a boy can get.
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet.

Oh, I’m a living hell, baby.

I’ve got a manicured lawn and a concrete palm where my buddies all like to hang
We fire up the smoker, get some pretty girls over crank the hank and let her shake that thang.
And when them old coors ripe and the sqeekers start to biten, all the neighbors is turning in.
We’ll be blacking out the shine in this hell yeah time ‘till the sun comes up again.

‘cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey, y’all, in a reckon so, with a mossy oak from head to toe
This corn fed corn bread country as a boy can get.
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet.
‘cause you of the Conway, sweet tea all day, if you don’t know what I mean
I’ll be sipping on some shine, putting clothes on the line, eating corn bread and butter, babe.

‘cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a rack right in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey, y’all, in a reckon so, with a massyo from head to toe
This corn fed corn bread country as a boy can get.
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet.