50/50 - Colt Ford

When you came rollin' round, loud and proud

With your boys talkin' about all that city slang

Act like we don’t know a thing

Just like we’re some backwoods rejects

Barely write a bad check

Bass fishin', cousin kissin'

Nothin' but a bunch of rednecks

I’m about to let you know, son

We was raised on them shotguns

And none of us ever gonna back down

We’re proud of bein' small town

Better listen to me close before you keep runnin' that lip

'Cause there’s a fifty-fifty chance

That you might get your ass whipped

Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty

Let me tell you how it’s goin' down, all up in here

Everybody know just who you is

Momma, daddy and your kids

Seen you at the Walmart

Caught you over about the Dairy Queen

Called your wife 'bout an hour ago

Said you was at the bar with Jolene

Now you’re talkin' crazy talk son

Drunk as hell, hardly walk, son

Tellin' us you the big cheese

Momma gonna knock you to your knees

If you go home and tell that country girl that bullshit

There’s a fifty-fifty chance that you might get your ass whipped

Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, yeah fifty-fifty

Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, yeah fifty-fifty