Chance Alan

Lyrics

I’m fuggin’ here, dontcha, dontcha drop that ball
Gettin’ back up to that bar
That grave moment couldn’t hold me back
Walkin’ into darkness of a country stage seven days prior to
Shadows are closing in tight
But the grave moment couldn't hold me back
I rose in to a spotlight night
Oh I’m a rebel a country music fighter
Beer fueled redeemer
I'm gonna make some noise gonna take back this country sound
To a back-porch party
Bring the back-woods hollar-back desire sound
Bring a back-woods back
I’ve risen up I’m the country music preacher
With the code of ethics

I've got a victory oh I've got a sound
Oh I'm a wild one riding on through
Soon to be a crowd filled night
I’ve got a story to tell

One of a redemption of what's been lost every fuggin’ night
Won't drop the ball
Won't let (this roll away)
My God
I’m here come-getcha-some and listen up I’ll say
I’ve got a pedal down neon on this rednecka’s highway
I’ve already lived this life ain’t kidding
Been here and done it before

Up to the bar pour me another round
Shit I got this
Gonna go grab a country sound
Ain’t nothing like me
Oh it’s a damn dangerous move
I’m making tonight
Shining under neon lights
I’m a country music preacher
That’s fuggin’ true
I’ve fought fights and made it through
I’ve got scars I’ve got proof
Oh livin’ life head held high
I’m living proof
Country-fied music’s back
You got that shit-kicker right
That grave moment couldn’t hold me back
You got that, right
I’m fuggin’ here
To, cause a, country-fied chaos