| Song | Outshine Me |
| Artist | Colt Ford |
| Album | Thanks for Listening |
| Chorus: | |
| I got a copper still hand built up in the hills | |
| Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill | |
| White liquor hits you quicker; knock you off your feet | |
| Lay down your mason jars, you can’t outshine me | |
| I’mma put it out here; let me tell ya something, | |
| What d’y’all think my still be pumpin? | |
| 90 proof; spit the truth | |
| Stop telling everybody you can do what I do. | |
| So if you can, you better get like me; | |
| Go sit down and write a hit like me. | |
| From where I stand you ain’t shoot to me; | |
| Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still | |
| I won’t sugar coat it; burn your throat it | |
| Kids aint scared….. | |
| I’m Locked and loaded | |
| Real is all me; they all can feel me | |
| Dirt road disciple (da-steeple); man of the people | |
| Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it | |
| Daylight to dark; me and my folks earn it | |
| Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it, | |
| That’s how we do it. | |
| Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it; | |
| Do it a little better than anyone does it. | |
| Bridge: | |
| Y’all are chasin’ a thoroughbred | |
| Y’all done got lapped I’m miles ahead | |
| Too late to slow down; I’m a runaway train | |
| Colt Ford; remember my name | |
| Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers; | |
| Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| I can’t take this, | |
| I wanna make this real clear; | |
| What d’ya’ll think I been doin’ here? | |
| Switchin’ gears and changing lanes | |
| Jackin’ up trucks; running down Lames | |
| Light that flame for America | |
| Cross that line I’ll bury ya; | |
| Gotta shotgun that’ll take care of ya | |
| And a mudhole that’ I’ll bury ya | |
| Gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride; | |
| And a bunch of rednecks aint scared to fight. | |
| I’mma give it to ya my way: dirt road, hi-way, | |
| four wheel, Jack it up;talk sh*t; back it up. | |
| Yall a trip and I’m out of your league | |
| Sippin’ shine and I’m hard to see | |
| I’m something that you’ll never be; | |
| It’s a pipe dream,You can’t outshine me | |
| Cause Im dura-coated; turbo charged | |
| Everything about me is large | |
| Bridge: | |
| Y'all are chasin a thoroughbred | |
| Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead | |
| Too late to slow down I’m a runaway train | |
| Colt Ford; remember my name | |
| Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers | |
| Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures | |
| Chorus 4x |
| Chorus: | |
| I got a copper still hand built up in the hills | |
| Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill | |
| White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet | |
| Lay down your mason jars, you can' t outshine me | |
| I' mma put it out here let me tell ya something, | |
| What d' y' all think my still be pumpin? | |
| 90 proof spit the truth | |
| Stop telling everybody you can do what I do. | |
| So if you can, you better get like me | |
| Go sit down and write a hit like me. | |
| From where I stand you ain' t shoot to me | |
| Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still | |
| I won' t sugar coat it burn your throat it | |
| Kids aint scared.. | |
| I' m Locked and loaded | |
| Real is all me they all can feel me | |
| Dirt road disciple dasteeple man of the people | |
| Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it | |
| Daylight to dark me and my folks earn it | |
| Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it, | |
| That' s how we do it. | |
| Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it | |
| Do it a little better than anyone does it. | |
| Bridge: | |
| Y' all are chasin' a thoroughbred | |
| Y' all done got lapped I' m miles ahead | |
| Too late to slow down I' m a runaway train | |
| Colt Ford remember my name | |
| Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers | |
| Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| I can' t take this, | |
| I wanna make this real clear | |
| What d' ya' ll think I been doin' here? | |
| Switchin' gears and changing lanes | |
| Jackin' up trucks running down Lames | |
| Light that flame for America | |
| Cross that line I' ll bury ya | |
| Gotta shotgun that' ll take care of ya | |
| And a mudhole that' I' ll bury ya | |
| Gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride | |
| And a bunch of rednecks aint scared to fight. | |
| I' mma give it to ya my way: dirt road, hiway, | |
| four wheel, Jack it up talk sh t back it up. | |
| Yall a trip and I' m out of your league | |
| Sippin' shine and I' m hard to see | |
| I' m something that you' ll never be | |
| It' s a pipe dream, You can' t outshine me | |
| Cause Im duracoated turbo charged | |
| Everything about me is large | |
| Bridge: | |
| Y' all are chasin a thoroughbred | |
| Y' all done got lapped I' m miles ahead | |
| Too late to slow down I' m a runaway train | |
| Colt Ford remember my name | |
| Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers | |
| Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures | |
| Chorus 4x |