Chance Alan

Lyrics

Roam a country backwoods we all claim
Oh undefined, in this vast expanse we roam
In a haze of morning bonfires we find a way
Every twist ’n turn igniting a party burn
Canvas of chaos

Pardon me gather 'round
Pardon my beers time to be gettin' down
Pardon her boots they are made for walkin’
Pardon him he's just a-talkin’
Pardon my attitude am I gettin’ rude
Pardon my French is it gettin’ crude
Pardon my so be it’s let’s be gettin’ rowdy
Pardon y'all we are fixin’ to get tight ’n rowdy

I woke up this mornin’ my world crumblin’ down
Pardon my fears
I'm ridin' through feelin' kinda low
Pardon my beers be stackin’ up it's ok bro

No country pardon needed feelin' alive
Ridin' through a heartland gonna just fuggin’ drive it home
I stumbled into a saloon my spurs tight
Pardon my swagger be shinin' right
I'm dancin' baby got my cowboy hat on
Pardon my 2-step it's gettin' gone
Ropin' up the good times that's just me

All cowgirls cuttin’ footloose it's causin' a scene
Pardon my fuggin’ language it's gettin' obscene
I'm chasin’ after her through the dust ’n the heat
Pardon my yellin’ baby it's gettin' hard to compete

Sun's settin' low on this here country road
Pardon my yawnin' it's gettin' time to go home
I'm ridin' off to a sunset feelin’ kinda sweet
Pardon my smilin' it's where I wanna be

Quit makin' excuses bro and cowgirls to
Just saddle up let's let’s ride it's what we do
Ain't nunya business watch your so what’s
The problem coming out your mouths

All cowgirls cuttin’ footloose it's causin' a scene
Pardon my fuggin’ language it's gettin' obscene
I'm chasin’ after her thru the dust ’n the heat
Pardon my yellin’ baby it's gettin' hard to compete

Quit makin' excuses bro and cowgirls to
Just saddle up let's ride it's what we do
Ain't nunya business watch your what’s
The problem comin’ out your mouths

We are fixin’ to get tight and right
We are fixin’ to get tight and right
We are fixin’ to get tight and right
We are fixin’ to get tight and right