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13-Track Outlaw Album You picked the wrong day to mess with real country. TODAY IS NOT YOUR DAY is Chance Alan at his most unfiltered with one warning, no apologies. This ain't the Nashville boardroom version of country. This is Wrangler denim ripped at the seams, Justin boots caked in mud, Stetson pulled low in a neon chapel at midnight. It starts where it should “Country Music's Got Me In Damn Good Company” because when you got George, Waylon, and Merle riding shotgun, you don't need the gravy train. Then Chance slides into “Summer Desires” all sweat, tailgate heat, and backroad promises. But don't get comfortable. “Wasn't Me (Oh Hell-Nah)” is the lie you tell with a grin and a beer in hand. “Thunder In The Neon Chapel” is the reckoning, that barstool sermon where the preacher comes back with sparks on the rails. By the time you hit “I Don't Have Time To Hunt Any Moe” and “Mind Your Own Business Shut U Mouth” you know exactly where he stands: busy livin', done with gossip, and not taking advice from cityfied cowboys who don't drive a truck or start a tractor. Mid-album goes full throttle: “Pack The House Pack The Stands” the anthem for those who already showed up. “1,2 Many Hard Not To Spill 2” is the one everyone ordered twice. “It's OK I Forgave You” but it doesn't mean we're good. “The Minute I Drove Away” is that rearview mirror truth. Then the war cry: “Beer Outlaw Battle Cry.” If Country Music's Preacher was the sermon, this is the chant after. Followed by “A Song For Our Crowd” because this album was never for them, it was for OURS. “Heaven’s Got A Small Town Waitin’ For Me (Version 3)” where time’s the truth. When this ride’s over, he knows where he’s headed. It ends exactly how an outlaw night should end. One boot on a broken board. If today wasn't your day....Tomorrow Doesn't Look Good Either. For the ones who pack the house, pack the stands, and still meet in the backwoods after.