Biography:
Take Kid Rock, Hank Williams Jr and Toby Keith, mix with a little "Dirty South" rap influence, and what you get is Colt Ford, former golf pro-turned-country music's first legitimate rap star. His debut album, "Ride Through The Country", came out in 2008, featuring some of his friends and influences, from country stars Jamey Johnson and John Michael Montgomery to rapper Bonecrusher and RnB artist Attitude. "Chicken and Biscuits", featuring appearances by Josh Gracin, James Otto and Daryl "DMC" McDaniels came next in April 2010.
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Note 1: Thanks to submitter 'Little_Dodge94' for the intro Tabs at the beginning of this song.
Note 2: C* and F* are the full regular C and F but only strummed once and then allowed to ring.
No Trash In My Trailer Colt Ford
* = single strum only then let ring. H = hammer on. P = Pull off. B = Bend.
H P P B
D|------------------------|
A|----------------------3-|
F|----------------------2-|
“Colt Ford” C|-----0-3-0---0--------0-| “Where’s my stuff?”
G|-0-3-------3---3-0----0-|
C|-------------------3--0-|
C* F*
Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive,
C* G*
I got a mean ass dog whose name is ‘sick’em Sam’.
C
I got a motor hanging from a tree, a satellite dish, a trampoline,
F
A 68 red cheval, been known to raise a little hell.
C G7
All night, bar fight, some of ya say I ain’t livin’ right,
C
Eat burner beans and fried spam, but I ain’t what you all say I am.
C* F* C
Cause there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
C
I burn my trash in a trunk, sometimes I shoot my gun,
F
I’m mud boggin and camouflaging, a ball game is what I’m watching.
C
I work hard, mow the yard, fish hunt, knuckle scars,
G7
Change the oil, plow the soil, love the notes to country boy.
C
Wear a suit to church and stuff, my Daddy’s the one that made me tough,
F
He told me Son, don’t be ashamed, of who you are and the family name,
C G7
I’m making it proud, saying it loud, doing my thing with the country crowd,
C
I tell you the truth, and don’t give a damn, but I ain’t what ya’ll say I am.
C* F* C
Cause there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
C C F F C G7 C C
“Go on and burn a little trash for me there boys.”
C* F* C
No there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
F C G7 C
No there’s no trailer trash, living here.......
“It’s pretty dang spotless around here now Uncle Mike!”
Note 2: C* and F* are the full regular C and F but only strummed once and then allowed to ring.
No Trash In My Trailer Colt Ford
* = single strum only then let ring. H = hammer on. P = Pull off. B = Bend.
H P P B
D|------------------------|
A|----------------------3-|
F|----------------------2-|
“Colt Ford” C|-----0-3-0---0--------0-| “Where’s my stuff?”
G|-0-3-------3---3-0----0-|
C|-------------------3--0-|
C* F*
Yes I live in a single wide, to get up here it takes a four wheel drive,
C* G*
I got a mean ass dog whose name is ‘sick’em Sam’.
C
I got a motor hanging from a tree, a satellite dish, a trampoline,
F
A 68 red cheval, been known to raise a little hell.
C G7
All night, bar fight, some of ya say I ain’t livin’ right,
C
Eat burner beans and fried spam, but I ain’t what you all say I am.
C* F* C
Cause there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
C
I burn my trash in a trunk, sometimes I shoot my gun,
F
I’m mud boggin and camouflaging, a ball game is what I’m watching.
C
I work hard, mow the yard, fish hunt, knuckle scars,
G7
Change the oil, plow the soil, love the notes to country boy.
C
Wear a suit to church and stuff, my Daddy’s the one that made me tough,
F
He told me Son, don’t be ashamed, of who you are and the family name,
C G7
I’m making it proud, saying it loud, doing my thing with the country crowd,
C
I tell you the truth, and don’t give a damn, but I ain’t what ya’ll say I am.
C* F* C
Cause there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
C C F F C G7 C C
“Go on and burn a little trash for me there boys.”
C* F* C
No there ain’t no trash, in my trailer,
G7
Though you might find an empty, can of beer.
C F C D
No there ain’t been no trash, in my trailer, Oh no!
C D7 C G7 C
Since the day I threw you, out of here.
F C G7 C
No there’s no trailer trash, living here.......
“It’s pretty dang spotless around here now Uncle Mike!”
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