Cocky (feat. Colt Ford) - Jo Tyler

Boy, before you get your game on That move, that groove, that drink on just (please) go easy on the struttin' and you can keep that button buttoned it's time to take a breath And rethink those cheesey lines Girls don't dig that stuff (shit) And if ya don't know why? You better ask somebody before this chance is blown do a little bit of research resharpin' your approach If ya wanna make it happen Find someone who knows... ya know? you better ask somebody Don't start braggin' bout your paycheck Or that brand new jet-black corvette I don't get impressed with who you're friends with or some gym-card, low card, fitness Honey don't get in a hurry If you wanna you to get it right Ya might wanna call your mama Or how bout you callin' mine... Ch2: repeat Well i want her so here's what i done, See i got smart went and asked someone I went home to mama, asked her some questions found out the truth and learned me a lesson No need to brag, no need to front Shut up and listen, find what she wants Give her your attention, listen to her dreams Love her like crazy show her what she means Ain't nothin' better than lovin' a good girl Find the right one it'll change your world Now that you know what you need to does You better ask somebody if you're looking for love Ch3: repeat

Map dots, parking lots Honky-tonks, fields, and back roads They come alive on Friday nights Don't shut down 'til that rooster crows It's just some rural route rockin' I don't ever see it stopping Got them good old boys hoppin' oh yeah And they're spending every dollar Make 'em hoop, and make 'em holler, woo hoo It's how we do it up in here Chicks, trucks, and beer Tan lines, straight pipes Longneck bottles iced down That's all you need That's the recipe to do it up big in a little town It's just some rural route rockin' I don't ever see it stopping Got them good old boys hoppin' oh yeah And they're spending every dollar Make 'em hoop, and make 'em holler, woo hoo It's how we do it up in here Chicks, trucks, and beer Colt ford, tell 'em how we roll Short skirts, chrome, and dirt Long legs, pony kegs Loving on a tailgate Friday night, I can't wait It's just some rural route rockin' I don't ever see it stopping Got them good old boys hoppin' oh yeah And they're spending every dollar Make 'em hoop, and make 'em holler, woo hoo It's how we do it up in here Chicks, trucks, and beer Chicks, trucks, and beer If you get the chicks, then you got the trucks And you got beer, then you got others You can't have fear son, if you want speed Now where we come from this is all we need Them chicks, trucks, and beer It's how we do around here every night Chicks, trucks and beer We keep it country, but we keep it real tight Chicks, trucks, and beer That's all we know Chicks, trucks, and beer Come on, Farr, let's take it down the dirt road Ice cold beer, come on They done let country come to town, y'all Or maybe town came to country CTB

And she runs through her days With a smile on her face And she runs, and she waits And I wait We can drive to anyplace Day and night to cross the state, And in the morning, into Mexico We will wake up Mmmm, we will wake up, We will, yeah I will be with her yeah Yeah I find a window in the kitchen, and I let myself in Rummage through the refrigerator, find myself a beer I can't believe I'm really here, and she's lying in that bed I can almost feel her touch, and her anxious breath I stumble in the hallway, outside her bedroom door I hear her call out to me, I hear the fear in her voice She pulls her covers tighter, I press against the door I will be with her tonight yeah I will be with her tonight I will be with her tonight yeah I will be with her tonight I will be with her yeah I will be with her yeah