Chance Alan

Lyrics

I got smoke in our hair
Clothes thrown everywhere
Woke up in my rocking chair
Holdin’ a beer in my hand
Sportin’ a neon tan
My stereo cranked up
I can't find my truck
How'd I get home from da club
Ain't got a clue what went down

So started callin’ around
I don't remember a thang
But they say I sure was raising cain

I was a rock star partying kinda hard
Gettin’ over you I was da come back kid
I found my bill fold I cried oh no
Good time Charlie got me oh I'm broke
But it wasn't worth actin’ like a fool
Yeah girl I must have really showed you
Cause all my friends say started shootin’ doubles
You walked in a little friends say I went a little crazy
Takin’ you in

Hell yeah
All my friends say
(Down where I was born) was heaven on earth
By Bitterroot River washing that rich Montana dirt
Sun sets slow stars shine bright
We raised apple haulin’ corn
A little cane and kids
You either lived on a farm wish you did

There's a lot about life
You can learn on a bus
How to lie, to fight and to kiss, to cuss

Closer we sat to the back of the bus the smarter we got
Haulin’ hay in a field country radio on
That's us, headin’ straight to town
In my mind I can still see us now
Ridin’ down Farm To Market Road
It wasn't that long ago
Tobacco beer in a can
Was all it would take to be like our old mans
Huntin’ fishin’ and football games
Then was girls and everythang changed
That's us with our tailgates down in parking lots
Down where I was born
Where I grew up (all my friends say) we rode in trucks too
Thanks LB