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Colt Ford

Outshine Me

 

Outshine Me

(album: Thanks For Listening - 2014)


[Chorus:]
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker; knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me

I'mma put it out here; let me tell ya something,
What d'y'all think my still be pumpin?
90 proof; spit the truth
Stop telling everybody you can do what I do.
So if you can, you better get like me;
Go sit down and write a hit like me.

From where I stand you ain't shoot to me;
Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still
I won't sugar coat it; burn your throat it
Kids ain't scared...
I'm Locked and loaded
Real is all me; they all can feel me
Dirt road disciple; man of the people
Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it
Daylight to dark; me and my folks earn it
Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it,
That's how we do it.
Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it;
Do it a little better than anyone does it.

Y'all are chasing a thoroughbred
Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow down; I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford; remember my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers;
Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures

[Chorus 2x]

I can't take this,
I wanna make this real clear;
What d'ya'll think I been doing here?
Switching gears and changing lanes
Jacking up trucks; running down Lames
Light that flame for America
Cross that line I'll bury ya;
Gotta shotgun that'll take care of ya
And a mudhole that I'll bury ya

Gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride;
And a bunch of rednecks ain't scared to fight.
I'mma give it to ya my way: dirt road, hi-way,
four wheel, Jack it up; talk shit; back it up.

Yall a trip and I'm out of your league
Sipping shine and I'm hard to see
I'm something that you'll never be;
It's a pipe dream, You can't outshine me
Cause I'm dura-coated; turbo charged
Everything about me is large

Yall are chasin a throuroughbred
Ya'll done got lapped I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow down I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford; remember my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers
Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures

[Chorus 4x]

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