Saddle Up (feat. Charlie Farley & Attitude)
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
You thought your boy Colt Ford was just a country clown
That bales 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 rock Fords and lift kits with gun racks and mud on 'em
Ain't scared of nothin', so don't push the button
Like them long legged girls with curls and tight jeans
And they love cold beer 'round here with chicken wings
Baby, this new country is all about me
But I love some Johnny Cash, Waylon, and Willie
Respect the old school, make room for the new
Now tell me you don't love what this country boy can do
Now go get the Skoal spitter with the lighter style
Big boy so cool I make all them girls smile
So tell me what you need and old Colt will make it happen
Things is changin', we got a country boy rappin'
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
When they talkin' 'bout the south
they call it dirty, baby (dirty, baby)
We was raised on cheese grits, biscuits, and gravy (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 (yes sir)
Give me Crown and Coke or maybe Jack and Sprite
A case of Coors Light and it's on tonight (it's on)
We talkin' about a party down at Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble, we don't mean no harm (no harm)
That's just how we do, so tell me what you want (what you want)
Some say they will but still most don't (no, they don't)
Keep it bangin' 'til the sun come up
Hear the rooster crow then it's time to go (let's go)
'Cause there's horses that need breakin' and cows that need pennin'
I do what it takes to keep them girls grinnin' (hey, baby)
Every girl crazy 'bout a bow legged boy (that's right)
In tight jeans and boots that rope rides the chutes (uh, uh)
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
We holler yeehaw
I'm always here, y'all
Backwoods boy, southern drawl
I can rap like Colt, but not from Arkansas
Y'all grab the boat, let's go float, aw
Saddle up, I'ma battle ya
Pass the cattle too
I've had a buzz for a minute now
I'm talkin' seven years
Five stars to five star for helpin' me out
'Cause now I'm showin' out for the country
Country fried, it's chocolate gravy
With a humongous side of biscuits, baby
You doggone right I'm listenin', lady
Don't label me crazy, I'm sane
It's just what I do, hey things is changin'
Live from the country, they're rappin'
Country ain't just singin', we're sayin'
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then, you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Hey it's a party baby (saddle up)
get your swerve on (saddle up)
You wanna come? Get your boots
put your spurs on (saddle up)
Hey it's a party baby (saddle up)
get your swerve on (saddle up)
You wanna come? Get your boots
put your spurs on (saddle up)
Hey it's a party baby (saddle up)
get your swerve on (saddle up)
You wanna come? Get your boots
put your spurs on (saddle up)
Hey it's a party baby (saddle up)
get your swerve on (saddle up)
You wanna come? Get your boots
put your spurs on (saddle up)
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
You thought your boy Colt Ford was just a country clown
That bales 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 rock Fords and lift kits with gun racks and mud on 'em
Ain't scared of nothin', so don't push the button
Like them long legged girls with curls and tight jeans
And they love cold beer 'round here with chicken wings
Baby, this new country is all about me
But I love some Johnny Cash, Waylon, and Willie
Respect the old school, make room for the new
Now tell me you don't love what this country boy can do
Now go get the Skoal spitter with the lighter style
Big boy so cool I make all them girls smile
So tell me what you need and old Colt will make it happen
Things is changin', we got a country boy rappin'
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
When they talkin' 'bout the south
they call it dirty, baby (dirty, baby)
We was raised on cheese grits, biscuits, and gravy (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 (yes sir)
Give me Crown and Coke or maybe Jack and Sprite
A case of Coors Light and it's on tonight (it's on)
We talkin' about a party down at Johnson's farm
Late night country trouble, we don't mean no harm (no harm)
That's just how we do, so tell me what you want (what you want)
Some say they will but still most don't (no, they don't)
Keep it bangin' 'til the sun come up
Hear the rooster crow then it's time to go (let's go)
'Cause there's horses that need breakin' and cows that need pennin'
I do what it takes to keep them girls grinnin' (hey, baby)
Every girl crazy 'bout a bow legged boy (that's right)
In tight jeans and boots that rope rides the chutes (uh, uh)
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
We holler yeehaw
I'm always here, y'all
Backwoods boy, southern drawl
I can rap like Colt, but not from Arkansas
Y'all grab the boat, let's go float, aw
Saddle up, I'ma battle ya
Pass the cattle too
I've had a buzz for a minute now
I'm talkin' seven years
Five stars to five star for helpin' me out
'Cause now I'm showin' out for the country
Country fried, it's chocolate gravy
With a humongous side of biscuits, baby
You doggone right I'm listenin', lady
Don't label me crazy, I'm sane
It's just what I do, hey things is changin'
Live from the country, they're rappin'
Country ain't just singin', we're sayin'
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right, then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then, you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns, make him back it up
We holler yeehaw and then we saddle up
Hey it's a party baby (saddle up)
get your swerve on (saddle up)
You wanna come? Get your boots
put your spurs on (saddle up)
Hey it's a party baby (saddle up)
get your swerve on (saddle up)
You wanna come? Get your boots
put your spurs on (saddle up)
Hey it's a party baby (saddle up)
get your swerve on (saddle up)
You wanna come? Get your boots
put your spurs on (saddle up)
Hey it's a party baby (saddle up)
get your swerve on (saddle up)
You wanna come? Get your boots
put your spurs on (saddle up)
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Clayton, Justin Spillner, Jason Brown, Jared Scuillo
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Other Album Tracks
- Ride Through the Country (feat. John Michael Montgomery, Ronnie Dunn & Joe Diffie)
- Mr. Goodtime (feat. Ronnie Dunn)
- No Trash in My Trailer (feat. Joe Diffie)
- Cold Beer (feat. Jamey Johnson)
- Never Thought (feat. Wynonna)
- Saddle Up (feat. Charlie Farley & Attitude)
- Waffle House (feat. John Anderson)
- Twisted
- Tailgate (feat. The Lacs)
- Dirt Road Anthem (feat. Brantley Gilbert)
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