this is our song (remix)

Singer:colt ford

yeah yeah

colt ford

this is the remix

i'm still county y'all it ain't ever change

i'm still georgia boy i still rep la grange

i'm still drinkin' jim beam and jack d

and that

and i'll tell you what i'm feeling new again

call up colt and danny like lets do it then

lets cut the song and drink the cold beer

tell them suckers get on i'm in my zone here

i took my city homie snipin' last night

told them here hold this bag and this flash light

and we gone run them this way just hold tight

ain't ever got him one but we laughed the whole night

yeah life it great i can't complain

i entertain sing and do my thing

i just smile when haters say my name

it's bubba k the whole can't maintain

this is our song everybody sing it

clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it

stand our ground and we don't back down

if you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it

this is our song everybody sing it

clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it

stand our ground and we don't back down

and if you don't like it then don't come around

welcome to our neck of the forest

city folks arn't checkin' for us

it's not petty coat junction

it's bug zappers on porches

it's 105 and muggy skin scoarches in the heaters

and nats and helicopter size mosquitos

try to eat us we need eaters we believe in jesus

we got a deep seeded respect for those that fought to keep our freedom

we support our folks so i'm burnin' with colt ford bubba and demun

by the way i'm danny thats

athens la grange charles county jack

don't get one in the front and out your back

my people say

this is our song everybody sing it

clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it

stand our ground and we don't back down

if you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it

this is our song everybody sing it

clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it

stand our ground and we don't back down

and if you don't like it then don't come around

slap stompin' through the country in my red wing boots

i was raised up in the south where i planted my roots

you know i got to throw it up for people in the back wood

tailgate down ridin' round like a lac should

no one ever liked a city slicker with a fat mouth

bring it round here bet you'll get your ass knocked out

down home boys on this song to make you feel fine

can't tell make you play some hick-hop for me one time

ol' colt called me up said he needed some help

i filled my cup in the trunk now i'm flyin' like hell

i ain't ever been rehearsed i don't need no saddle

this is real country talk this ain't american idol

i made the noise for my boys they workin' so hard

the rednecks checks to checks and the trailer parks

hick-hop and body rock and put it up on the wall

country folks world wide now this all for y'all

this is our song everybody sing it

clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it

stand our ground and we don't back down

if you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it

this is our song everybody sing it

clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it

stand our ground and we don't back down

and if you don't like it then don't come around

well looky right here it's like a family reunion

everybody gather round and take communion

colt and bubba k like snow man and bandit

demun they can't stand it just how we planned it

lord let the water wash away our sins

and danny demun the lacs and good friends

'cause folks from the country ain't afraid of jack

we drink him and jim and holla hym

amazing grace how sweet the sound

and if you get in my face i'm a tear of the place

and leave you layin' in the southern ground

this is our song everybody sing it

clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it

stand our ground and we don't back down

if you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it

this is our song everybody sing it

clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it

stand our ground and we don't back down

and if you don't like it then don't come around

it's about baggy jeans buckled and georgia boots

these mud bog tires chrome 22's

'cause we country folks raised on breakin' rocks

always got something with the clip in the glove box

the rifles tucked behind the rear seat

if you see a buck duck my wife cooks the deer meat

it's a spectacle you should really come see this

dj's mixed outkast with kenny chesney