Cut `Em All Songtext
von Colt Ford feat. Willie Robertson

You boys ready to get in them woods?
That′s right

We cut 'em all, Jack
Yeah, we tote them shotguns
We cut ′em all, Jack
Country boys don't ever run
We cut 'em all, Jack
Yeah, if it flies, it dies
We cut ′em all, Jack
Country′s how we live our lives

They call me Colt Ford
A redneck boy from down in the South
I thank the good Lord
For giving me a chance, so I run my mouth
I represent country folks
Hunt deer, hunt ducks, drive trucks and live it
Every day we work and pray
Need some help a redneck will give it


I rock that camo fashion
The good old boys I was on the move
We got the world asking
Why it is that we do what we do?
We love the outdoors
God, family, faith, and friends
This here's redneck approved
It′ll stay that way until the very end

We cut 'em all, Jack
Yeah, we tote them shotguns
We cut ′em all, Jack
Country boys don't ever run
We cut ′em all, Jack
Yeah, if it flies, it dies
We cut 'em all, Jack
Country's how we live our lives

They call me Boss Hog
Yeah, I do it duck style
You keep your yuppie cars
Son, I do it truck style
Ain′t scared of getting dirty
Love to get a little mud on it
Stay close with God and guns
Yeah, that′s just the way we want it


It's just a family thing
That′s how we get it did
If you don't know
You better ask somebody
This is how country lives
Like bustin′ them pintails, wood ducks, them mallards, too
Redheads, canvas backs, and teals
We're the Duck Commander, y′all know the deal

We cut 'em all Jack
Yeah, we tote them shotguns
We cut 'em all, Jack
Country boys don′t ever run
We cut ′em all, Jack
Yeah, if it flies, it dies
We cut 'em all, Jack
Country′s how we live our lives

Boom, boom
Yeah, we tote them shot guns
Boom, boom, boom
Country boys don't ever run
Boom, boom
Yeah, if it flies, it dies
Boom
We cut ′em all Jack
Country's how we live our lives