Chance Alan

Lyrics

Oh hey
Huh shit-kickers
Are you feelin’ froggy
Jumpin’ wild ’n out
Go ahead and jump

You restricting me
Who
Oh fuggin’ not me
I’m ah unrestricted
You got the wrong cowboy

Oh restrictions where
Shit-kickers step back hold my beer
This gonna get feelin’ froggy jumpin’ wild ’n out
Restricting my why’s my when’s and now all my how’s
Let me give you a clue let me give you a hint
Bartender two more beers and leave ‘em right over there
At end of the bar
Two shots too and line ‘em up
Sarcastic chip on shoulder
You’re shit eatin’ grin city slicker
Put the beer bottle down

Bar fight’s goin’ south too quick
There might be nine of ya so what
Doesn’t seem fair huh
It’s one of me and you’re three short of y’all
Should quit while you’re all ahead
I didn’t come to fight but you’re pushin’ up
Pushin’ a back-woods back-porch kinda fight tonight
Let’s get a beer and a shot

Count your blessings count to ten
Let’s get a beer and a shot before I shut that loud mouth up
Oh it’s not a threat to you it’s a hollar-back promise
Oh it’s a regret for you
Oh damn straight up
When you wake up after I knock out your teeth
Your clothes are gonna be outta style by next week
So down a shot have a beer or two it’s on me
Rethink and hesitate you’re being froggy don’t jump
Oh look my country DAWGS just showed up
Hey Cain Walker and that’s Breaking Rust hey boys
JD Steel oh you boys
No worry shitz just got real
I’m mother fuggin’ Chance Alan
Just maybe stand down
You in the wrong fuggin’ town
Hey now fuggin’ sit down

Oh hey
Huh shit-kickers
Are you feelin’ froggy
Jumpin’ wild ’n out
Go ahead and jump

You restricting me
Who
Oh fuggin’ not me
I’m ah unrestricted
You got the wrong cowboy

Oh restrictions where
Shit-kickers step back hold my beer
This gonna get feelin’ froggy jumpin’ wild ’n out
Restricting my why’s my when’s and now all my how’s
Let me give you a clue let me give you a hint
Bartender two more beers and leave ‘em right over there
At end of the bar
Two shots too and line ‘em up
Sarcastic chip on shoulder
You’re shit eatin’ grin city slicker
Put the beer bottle down

Bar fight’s goin’ south too quick
There might be nine of ya so what
Doesn’t seem fair huh
It’s one of me and you’re three short of y’all
Should quit while you’re all ahead
I didn’t come to fight but you’re pushin’ up
Pushin’ a back-woods back-porch kinda fight tonight
Let’s get a beer and a shot

Count your blessings count to ten
Let’s get a beer and a shot before I shut that loud mouth up
Oh it’s not a threat to you it’s a hollar-back promise
Oh it’s a regret for you
Oh damn straight up
When you wake up after I knock out your teeth
Your clothes are gonna be outta style by next week
So down a shot have a beer or two it’s on me
Rethink and hesitate you’re being froggy don’t jump
Oh look my country DAWGS just showed up
Hey Cain Walker and that’s Breaking Rust hey boys
JD Steel oh you boys
No worry shitz just got real
I’m mother fuggin’ Chance Alan
Just maybe stand down
You in the wrong fuggin’ town
Hey now fuggin’ sit down