Growing up I was always mama’s angel
Never knew I’d ever
I found a box of memories,
read a letter,
dropped
How ya'll doing?
yeah My name is Colt ford
I
Saturday night my first high school dance
Showin' up late in
This city's looking like a ghost town
All the stores downtown
I had a buddy come down 'round last July
Called me
So man you think you wanna run whiskey
Well roll with
Grew up one state North of Kentucky
A Family far from
It’s all around town
Here’s ten cents for mistakes he’s made
It’s
I set out one night in the fast lane bound
yeah, i worked all week,
cleaned up, clean cut and clean
You aint nothin like your memory
at least it hangs
She's stopping by real late tonight, just to talk.
She said
I’m tired of this 9 to 5
8 hours feeling like
Grand daddy used to take me
Down town to the
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