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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.