The beat is hard and heavy — hip-hop bones with country skin. Colt’s flow is loose and familiar, more spoken word than rap, and that’s always been his magic. He ain’t trying to be Eminem in camo; he’s just telling it like it is, country-boy style. Guitars chug under the surface like they’re pulling plows, and the bass hits like it’s got a Confederate tattoo and a chip on its shoulder.
What really makes “Farmboy” land is the attitude. Colt’s not pretending this life is glamorous. He’s proud of the sweat, the callouses, the grit. “I was born in the sticks / Where the sun beats down and the work never quits.” That’s not a punchline — it’s gospel for folks who live that grind every damn day.
The video is exactly what you’d expect — lifted trucks, field parties, bonfires, American flags, and folks gettin’ rowdy. It’s more a lifestyle statement than a narrative, and that’s fine. It feels authentic to Ford’s base, and they’ll eat it up with a side of pork rinds. This isn’t performative country — it’s a loud, proud slice of rural reality, dipped in grease and served with a smirk.
Now, to be fair, “Farmboy” won’t convert any skeptics. If Colt’s outlaw-country-meets-country-rap formula doesn’t sit right with you, this track won’t change your mind. But for the boots-on-the-ground crowd — the ones who wear camo to church and keep Copenhagen in the console — this is the kind of anthem that reminds them they still have a voice in a genre that keeps forgetting its roots.
Final Verdict:
“Farmboy” is pure Colt Ford: raw, rowdy, and rooted deep in the backwoods. It’s not polished, it’s not subtle, and that’s exactly the point. For the outlaws who live with their hands dirty and their music loud, it’s a fist-pumpin’ reminder that the real ones never left — they’ve just been out in the fields, getting the job done.
