Chance Alan

Lyrics

This country music cowboy ain’t no shit-kicker slacker
Hell-nahs
Mama didn’t raise no big city back-woods green
Oh yeah oh yeah
My granddaddy drove, oh a 68 Mustang
Grandmama knew how to take a moonshine break
I saw his love was a sure thang even when I was 8

My dad worked da land like a man had to do
And was a shoulder for momma to cry on too
He sunk into blue jeans and spurs
Turned him into her kind of guy
Momma didn't raise no big city pretty boy
I can turn a wrench make a fire in a country back-roads world
Dirt on my boots calloused hands both of my oil covered hands
It's like I'm riding broncs ’n bulls in my own small-townin’ rodeo
Looking for cowgirls that'll stand in my shadow's skins yeah

Beat the sun up I'm already awake by then
Shit-kickers that’s four thirty AM
Give me some country music lovin' when it's
Ain't back-porch again
Shit-kickers that’s ten PM

Oh if you ain't fit for it a few seconds is all that you'll get
Try asking you to ride with me this rodeo one night soon
You gonna get ya blood branded
If I'm carrying you a beer or two
You got your eyes on the prize yeah me too
But I make the rules too this hard-headed game
Momma didn't raise no big city pretty boy
Ya gotta beat the sun up
I'm already awake then four thirty yeah AM in a country world
Shitz that's just dirt on my feet calloused up both hands
It's like feelin’ snake skins
Ya gotta beat the sun up It’s a long day
Eighteen hours yeah thatta long day ahead
I’ll get all the sleep I need when I’ma dead