Round here we like to hunt and fish,
Eat our southern food off a paper dish,
Honky tonkin’ and mud ridin’,
We ain’t always law obidin’,
I work real hard,
Got tattoos and scars,
Tuning up and racing cars,
I guess I’m just a smalltown redneck star

Colt, you rock! My fiancee and I got introduced to your music about a year ago and we have been hooked ever since. Can’t wait to hear more from you!

I was raised in the woods in Monticello Kentucky

Well i love to go climbin in my daddy’s Chevrolete

pickin ginseng and mushrooms it’s the hillbilly way

We never had no money and my daddy worked outta town

lived out in the middle of nowhere and nobody was around

My momma didn’t drive and she didn’t have a car

so we just stayed at home, we never went too far

She was only thirteen when she married my dad

guess she thought it was better than the life she had

my family are the Burkharts and the feudin McCoys

they raise some beautiful girls and some bad ass boys

We love to pick guitars and sing an old song

and we crank it on up whenever Colt comes on

Im from the country, just a girl of 33
Most the time chiling, my family and me
But sometimes at night, when the kids are in bed
My foot gets to stompin and i get a song in my head

And out comes a rhyme, clear as a bell
Never had anyone I thought I could tell
I just sit and rap about my life
and being a mama and a damn good wife

And I feel like the pressure of the day
Seems to leave me, as I say:

I’m from the country , and hell yeah I’m big
and if you gotta bottle, I’ll take a swig
I cuss like a sailor, so what I’m grown
And I ‘ll be this way to the day that I’m gone

proud of who I am and from where I come
Some call me trashy, redneck or dumb
But I know what’s important, so I dont care
Got a message for the preppys, over there

Chorus:

Yeah, so what, I talk funny
Who cares, I aint got loads of moneys
I dont look like you, but who wants to
Not skinny as a post , Hell I’m bigger then most
And I weight about as twice, as you do
Hell yeah, I am real loud
But guess what, I am also proud
So turn around and walk away in a whirl
CAUSE I’m A BIG ASS COUNTRY GIRL

When I’m gettin’ on your nerves in the kitchen

And nothing I say or do is right

Think long and hard ’bout what you mention

Cause I’m the one you lay with every night

We both Know it gets hot in Alabama

and that boss man you’re workin for’s a fool

It aint my fault there’s no shade down at the sod farm

And no breeze blowin’ ’round to make you cool

When I forgot the ice you know I had no malice

I didn’t do it just to make you mad

I got a cell phone call from a girl friend down in Dallas

And I drove by the store just like that

We both know it gets hot in Alabama

And I know you come home so tired

Dont stand there in disgrace

Just come’er and kiss my face

Take me upstairs and love me real hard

Now it was you who said you wanted to be a daddy

Now I’m standin’ in my nightgown lookin’ fat

And you say you want to unwind down at Bubba’s all the time

With George, Jim, Old Grand Dad and Jack

We both know it gets hot in Alabama

Hey no one knows that better than me

So sit down in that chair ’cause you aint going no where

Just sit back down and enjoy my company.

I said sit back down and enjoy my company

Cause in a few more months we’ll be sittin’ here as three.

Hey Ya’ll I Really dig ol’Colt Ford. If he wasn’t married I’d ask him to be my babydaddy. We’d have us a kid that’d be a musical redneck Mozart. My 16 year old daughter thinks he’s a real hottie cause she’s got a fat man fetish. Kid actually asked me to try to hook up with the ol’boy so she’d get a better grade in gym class. Dont ask me how those two things go together. I warped her mind early on. Had a few too many buwisers when I was breast feeding. Anyway why dont you throw in some tix to see the fella in GA or Alabama some time. The pize pak is pretty lame. But I want it anyway, koozie and all.

Bout all I can say bout me fer now, figna go head down the Dirt Road and chill with muh family. LATER FORD!!!