504,683 listener streams

Look what God and hard work did anthem. Rifle's still on the wall "but it's collectin' dust while the crowds are callin' me" kinda time. This is the flip side of "A Song For Our Crowd." That one was "party crowds you my family"....this song is "I made it, and I'm bringing y'all with me." It's gratitude with a guitar solo.

215,479 listener streams

This is Chance Alan’s back-porch megaphone — a rowdy, festival-sized kiss-off to nosy neighbors and “high-toned” gossip. Part party anthem, part territorial warning, it runs on CoUnTrY-FiEd swagger and “license to love and fight” attitude. Tailgate meets tent revival. “WE LIVE!” opener kicks into a stomping, beer-soaked block party where “boats in the water, boots in the dirt” is the only address that matters. It’s These Country Boys energy turned outward: “We’re livin’ loud in our own way.” “Mind your own business that's my advice / Shut u mouth would say it twice / 'Cause if u mind your damn own business and leave us be / Then you'll have country-fied peace of mind and so will we.” It’s not advice — it’s a dirty boot lesson. Third time, “I ain’t gonna be nice.” It’s Beer Outlaw Battle Cry’s rowdy cousin, but for the backyard. “This hollar-back fugg’em style” ends with three words: “WHEN WE’RE DEAD” — that’s when we’ll sleep. Until then: “boats in the water, boots in the dirt, beer and a shot.” If Beer Outlaw is the war flag, this is the “no trespassing” sign hammered into the fence post. Party hard, love loud, fight if you must — but mind your own damn business while we do it. Shit-kickers only.

275,953 listener streams

Outlaw Country Rock / Red Dirt Party Anthem 145 BPM — fast enough to kick up dust, slow enough to ride real slow. G Major with a shot of whiskey. This is Chance Alan's "Friends in Low Places" meets "Redneck Woman" with a shot of AC/DC. It's a denial anthem for every country guy who's been accused of liking bougie rooftop bars when he'd rather be tailgating with a cooler full of "happy." "Wasn't Me" is a rowdy, tongue-in-cheek love letter to real country — red dirt, sweet tea with "somethang" in it, and girls who'd rather kick up the night on a tailgate than pose for pics in heels. Drop this July 4th weekend and watch every river bank from Riverside to Nashville light up. "Who said all that? Wasn't me."

503,426 listener streams

CHANCE ALAN WILL PACK THE HOUSE DOWNTOWN NASHVILLE WITH THIS SONG! This is a roll call, not a song. “Country music preacher” just turned the genre into one giant tailgate and started taking attendance. This isn’t a song, it’s a permission slip. “No pressure no obligations” is the new pledge of allegiance. If “Thunder In The Neon Chapel” was the revival, this is the afterparty in the church parking lot. It’s Chance Alan saying: “I’m not big enough yet, so I’m bringing everybody.” Tim, Morgan, Blake, Jason, B&R, FGL — all hands on deck. “You know I can't do it alone.”

1,765,635 listener streams

A classic summer country song about kickin’ back with a cold beer and soakin’ up the sun. It's a song with a summer vibe. Like a lot of Chance Alan’s music, it’s laid-back, redneck-pride energy. It fits his "Country Music Preacher" style of celebrating simple, good-time country living, the kind of song made for tailgates, barbecues and Friday afternoons. If you’ve ever left the ring from a beer can on your leg after a day in the sun, that’s the "beer can sun tan" he’s singing about.

1,880,925 listener streams

"Summer of Country Naked Mile 69" by Chance Alan is his nostalgia-soaked, coming-of-age ballad with a CoUnTrY-FiEd wink. Think Bryan Adams' "Summer of '69" got lost on a dirt road and found Jesus and moonshine. It's raw, unfiltered and 100% real sentimental with a smirk. "Played it 'til my fingers bled" is his origin story as the Country Music Preacher. Picture The Glory Days, The Girl, The Let Down and The Punchline. Here's the 'phones in the air' moment for the show closer.

691,824 listener streams

Picture outlaw-country love letter to a redneck queen - she’s not just country, she’s CoUnTrY-FiEd Tennessee Whiskey meets CoUnTrY-FiEd attitude. CoUnTrY-FiEd Meaning she’s not just from the country - she lives it. Mud on her jeans, can shoot, fish, drive a truck, out-drink the boys. Cowboy means she’s got that western, independent, ride-or-die spirit. Baby means His. Possessive, protective, preacher-meets-outlaw devotion.

623,658 listener streams

This is Chance Alan in full CoUnTrY-FiEd mode — unfiltered, unapologetic, and swinging that “middle finger” like a battle flag. Think “hollar-back mornings” meets “fuggin’ muggin’ fact” defiance. Country-as-identity manifesto It’s a checklist of what makes you “country” vs “citified morons.” You’ve got the trinity: “Drink beers and chase honky-tonk women / Eat deer and miss fishin’ none.” Then he doubles down with the Cash references — “Family Tradition, Folsom Prison, Walk The Line.” This isn’t just lifestyle, it’s lineage. Dirt roads exist “for drivin’ fast,” and that’s “fuggin’ best life.” If you don’t live it — solo cups, scuffed boots, “Momma’s homemade fried chicken” — don’t claim it. This is “rebel shit-kicker” scripture for “These Country Boys” on their One Last Ride.

552,937 listener streams

YOU CAN’T UNHEAR THIS ONE! Dirt Road Anthem song that makes mud holy. The value that's measured by what you're willing to get muddy for. Dirt is a badge. This one's a bonfire sermon with boots planted "on sacred ground". It's twilight to embers back-woods baptism. Every line feels like it's spoken low so the woods can hear it. Think arena chant -"Hey, hey, hey CHANCE ALAN" when you hear this legendary song played as an opening song bringing Chance Alan to stage like a victory lap. Chance Alan isn't just the singer, it's the standard.

410,383 listener streams

Chance Alan's Title Mashup 1-2 Many Hard 2 Not Spill (Country Drinking Song) 2026 takes phrases/titles from other country songs and weaves them into his own redneck-outlaw story. He's taking familiar country hooks and baptizing them in his back-porch, beer-soaked, outlaw style. So you'll hear lines that make you go "hey, that sounds like ________" but the story, vocal and attitude are 100% Chance Alan. Classic Chance Alan barstool-blues. It’s a “no place 2 go” drinking song, so think Beer Can Sun Tan meets Wreck A Country Party Rednecka's Style. Slow-to-mid-tempo, outlaw-country groove meant for swaying with a beer in hand. Twangy Telecaster guitar, steady kick-snare drum. Not slick Nashville pop — barn-band redneck-bar energy with that preacher-meets-outlaw delivery he uses. Pure Chance Alan “Country Music Preacher” meets “Back Porch Redneck.” It’s unapologetic drinking-as-therapy. Blue-collar, no-judgment, stay-right-here-and-pour-another-one energy.

241,739 listener streams

This ain’t about hunting. It’s a Friday night tailgate anthem disguised as a deer blind invite. “Let’s Go 4 A Ride Deer Blind” means “get in the truck, we’re getting rowdy.” The deer blind is just the excuse to bail on town and get country.
“Dirt road back road beer in hand” BUT “livin’ life like there’s no tomorrow” — This is YOLO in camo. The deer blind title is the parent-friendly version. The song is 100% tailgate. “We’re livin’ life like a dream ain’t no comin’ down / We’re ridin’ country style / Gettin’ down ‘n dirty too / We bleed hillbilly red country born ‘n bred” translates this way…We’re young, buzzed, untouchable, and proud of it. The “deer blind” is where you park to do all the stuff your mom thinks you’re doing at the deer blind. This song’s a banger. The deer ain’t in danger, but sobriety is.

302,949 listener streams

Outlaw country heartbreak ballad with a honky-tonk grin. Think: Chris Stapleton’s “Tennessee Whiskey” sadness + Hardy’s “Truck Bed” swagger + Tyler Childers’ “Feathered Indians” poetry. The Real Story “Truck Beddin’ Down You” is the lie he tells himself. The truth is “I won’t see mountains in another’s eyes.” This is a drinking song for when the bar closes and the only person left to talk to is the beer. You singing this one with a tear in your beer or a smirk in your whiskey?