Chance Alan

Lyrics

Let’s get this country, song, goin’ south
A draft of beer, fuggin’ muggin’
Ridin' a back porch dream
She's got torn jeans ’n tailgates

Feelin' fired up country music like this
Thinkin' 'bout the one I love them brown eyed
Sexy cowgirl short blonde flirty fly
She's reason I'm singin' this damn song
Oh damn she’s shit kicker rough around da edge edges
That's okay she's got a way
That’s just the way she rides
That'll leave you breathless every time
I’m a sucker for those lips ’n those hips
Got me hooked on her smile

Dem eyes I won’t deny I, I
Not ridin’ solo tonight
Wind in her hair got beers feelin’
Raidin’ my mind she's sexy sway to and from
Dancin’ with bartender got two shots of whiskey
She got that kiss of fire across her lips

Honky tonk hangover from last nights snaggle tooth infection
She’s biting her lips dancin’ midnight lies 2 am
She's spinnin’ like a wild desire
Oh hell yeahs

Barstool haze gonna make da night mine
Gotta go love cowgirls like there’s no tomorrows
Rough around edges
She's a Montana girl through and through
Got her boots on her heart feelin’ true that shitz
Naughty ’n dirty thoughts
Yeah I see her too
Ridin’ shotgun got sleeves rolled up feelin’ it

She got them torn jeans ’n all the right spots
And da tailgates for layin’ down
Makin’ us cowboys feelin’ weak in da knees
One more barstool haze
Gonna make this night all mine
Oh no rough around da edges
Torn jeans ’n tailgates
Fired up country yep that’s us