Chance Alan

Lyrics

I’m a CoUnTrY-FiEd CoWbOy, BaBy oh
I’m a CoUnTrY-FiEd CoWbOy BaBy oh
Well I'm muddin' up my game and I'ma head out to a back-woods west
Where real women come equipped with daisy dukes and huntin’ pheasants ass
Find a deers nest in the hills chill like Cabela’s fellas
Buy an old drop top deer blind find a spot to go camo
And I'm a guitar rucker it up and down in your back-honky-tonk-haze block
With a bottle of ole scotch and watchin’ lots of deer ruts
Buy a pontoon yacht with a flag sayin' "Chillin' killin does most"
Then rucker that bitch up and down the riverbank coastin’

Give a toast to the son drink with hick-hop stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of honky-tonk bars
Country crippin’ to Tijuana wanna beer roaming it
Find mootown showdown and tell them fools to come back mobile home
Start an huntin’ escort service for all the right seasons
And set up fishin’ shop at the top of Four Hilly-Billy Seasons
Raising and I'm the Hatfields of country’n da Real McCoys
And I'm headin' out west sucker punchin’ because I wanna be a be a
CoUnTrY-FiEd CoWbOy Lazy boy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin'
CoUnTrY-FiEd CoWbOy Lazy boy baby
West riverbed coast chillin' with the Ole Smoky Moonshine
I wanna be a CoUnTrY-FiEd CoWbOy Lazy boy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shinin’
CoUnTrY-FiEd CoWbOy Lazy boy baby
Lazy boy baby
CoUnTrY-FiEd CoWbOy Lazy boy baby
Lazy boy baby
You you
Causing a CoUnTrY-FiEd chaos