Testo Saddle Up - Colt Ford
Testo della canzone Saddle Up (Colt Ford), tratta dall'album Live From The Suwannee River Jam
So uh, how many of you girls around here ain't scared to saddle up?
Well by gosh, well I ain't scared either, I'm gonna tell you the truth
Alright girls, let's get it movin' right now
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
Grab the bull by the horns and you back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Country boy Colt Ford, just a country clown
Who bails hay all day and don't know how to get down
Ain't none of y'all messin' with this country sound
Them boys sent me with some new country
We ride Ford with the lift kit, gun racks and mud
On them ain't scared of nothin' so don't push the button
Like them long legged girls with curls and tight jeans
Love a cold beer right here with chicken wings
Baby this new country is all about me
Love some Johnny Cash, Waylon and Willie
Respect the old school but make room for the new
Tell me you don't love what this country boy can do
The go getter, skull splitter with a lot of style
Big boy so cool, make all the girls smile
Tell me what you need and ol' Colt will make it happen
Things are changin' we got a country boy rappin'
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
Grab the bull by the horns and you back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
Grab the bull by the horns and you back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
When they talkin' about the south they call it dirty baby
We was raised with cheese, grits, biscuits and gravy
We say sir and ma'am and we don't give a damn
If you like it or not we gon' hold our spot
Could be Crown or Coke or maybe Jack or Sprite
Case of Coors Light and it's on tonight
We talkin' about a party down on Johnson's farm
At night country girls but we don't mean no harm
That's just how we do, so tell me what you want
Some say that we will steal, most don't
Keep it bangin' 'til the sun come up
We hear that rooster crow then it's time to go
Got horses that need breakin' and cows that need pennin'
I do what it takes to keep them girls grinnin'
Every girl crazy 'bout a bowlegged boy
In tight jeans and boots who road rides and chills
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
Grab the bull by the horns and you back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
Grab the bull by the horns and you back it up
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Okay, Suwannee, y'all havin' a good time out here?
Man, y'all ain't havin' as much fun as me
I wanna introduce you to these boys and
Girls that are playin' this music for y'all
I need y'all to give 'em a big ol' Suwannee River Jam welcome
Right here on fiddle, from Kentucky
Her name is Ms. Suzanne Rohr
Go on and play one time for 'em, baby
Y'all make some noise for Ms. Suzanne Rohr
Alright girls, this big ol' tall country
Boy from East Nashville, Tennessee
That's me
Playin' guitar and singin' over here
He goes by the name of Mr. Chris Hurt
You wanna do your thing for 'em?
Let's do it, you gon' help me out?
Yeah, I'll help you
Alright, let's do it
One, two, three
It's a party baby, get your swerve on
Wanna come, get your boots, get your spurs on
It's a party baby, get your swerve on
Wanna come, get your boots, get your spurs on
It's a party baby, get your swerve on
Wanna come, get your boots, get your spurs on
It's a party baby, get your swerve on
Wanna come, get your boots, get your spurs on
Y'all make some noise for Mr. Chris Hurt
Alright y'all, right here on guitar
His granddaddy is in the Country Music Hall of Fame right now
His daddy played guitar for somebody y'all
May have heard of, a guy named Jimmy Buffet
He was probably headed to the Hall of Fame, then he started
Playin' with Colt Ford and now he is pretty much screwed
But that's alright, 'cause we have fun
And he can play that there guitar
You wanna show 'em how you do a little somethin' for 'em, brother?
Start 'em off slow and then uh, really give it to 'em
Come on
Go on and crank it up for 'emY'all
Make some noise for Mr. Jason Chance
Alright, country boys
Look right over here to my left
Lord, have mercy
This little girl right here can make
A puppy pull a freight train, y'all
She is strong
Her name is Miss Lindsey Hager
And I want y'all to know it's pretty tough
Ridin' around on a bus with her every day
It's hard on a fat man's blood pressure
(Aw, I love you Colt)
But I want you to sing a little something for 'em, baby girl
(Okay)
You think you're ready to do that?
(Sure, why not?)
I want you to really cut up a verse for 'em
(Alright, here goes)
Y'all make some noise for Miss Lindsey Hager
BJ!
(What's up, Colt?)
How you doin' over there?
(I'm good, man)
How's your mama and them?
(It's hot over there)
Alright, well you oughta be 300 pounds
And then you can tell me about it later
Y'all, BJ is from Arkansas
(Yeah)
And BJ likes to tickle things with his fingers
Go on and show 'em how you do it
Y'all make some noise for BJ Cowell
Alright, y'all this is my man Paul Chapman
He's about the baddest son of a gun y'all ever seen with a bass guitar
He's from right down the road from here
In this little state called Alaska
He said it's a lot like here except it's just colder
But they hunt and fish there so it's gotta be pretty cool
I want you to show 'em how you do some of
That, uh, Alaskan nasty funk thing you do
Y'all make some noise for Mr. Paul Chapman
Yep, now just in case you've never seen one before
Up here playin' drums on this Jack Daniels drum kit
This is a real live rockstar, y'all
He's got tattoos, highlights in his hair, all that stuff
I'm tellin' ya
His name is Mr. Rick Brothers
Now here's your chance to show 'em how
You, uh, beat on things with your stick
Go on and cut a little for 'em one time, son
Y'all make some noise for Mr. Rick Brothers
Ah, just in case anybody forgot
My name's Colt Ford
(Yeah)
And man, I love it down here with y'all
I'm so glad to be here
I know y'all gettin' ready to see my brother Jamey Johnson, ain't ya?
(Woo)
And the best duo in country music no matter
What anybody says, Montgomery Gentry
And I know y'all had fun with my
Buddy Johnny Bulford up here before us
Y'all ready?
1, 2, 3
We holler yeehaw, then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
You grab the bull by the horns and you back it up
We holler yeehaw, then we saddle up
We holler yeehaw, then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
You grab the bull by the horns and you back it up
We holler yeehaw, then we saddle up
Saddle up, saddle up
Saddle up, saddle up
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Writer(s): Jason Brown, Timothy Clayton, Justin Spillner, Jared Scuillo
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