Chance Alan

Lyrics

Let’s do this

Brooks and Dunn style
Help me boys
Country music preacher
You good with that

Hell’s not comin’ for me
Heaven’s Got A Small Town Waitin’ For Me
I’m that howlin’ wind storm that’s closin’ in

Here’s your gotta go song
Beer gravity’s a fuggin’ itch don’tcha know
But when your caught stealin’ country

Hate me your fine 
Fugg around ’n find out 
Founded in the bed rock of Nashville’s creed
A whiskey sippin’ soaked song
Yeah I’m comin’ hell's not comin’ for me

Heaven’s got a small town waitin’ for us all
Taste of sweet revenge cost more than you know
Waters of our music ripple sealin’ your fate 

Now I’m a man of God 
Country boy you’ve gone ’n crossed that county line
So I’ll be that pale ranch horse rider and vengeance will be mine

That song I sing well it’s old
I’ve felt angels come for me more than once
Know one day I’ll face scales at heaven’s gate you will too
But I pray it’s not today

Please oh Lord give me another day
‘Cause cold steel a microphone I hold in these hands
Have one more song to play
Once you’ve spilled one drop of hillbilly blood you can’t remove a stain

But I’ve got some scores to settle crosses to bear
Lord it’s a honky tonkin’ revival
Yeah guilty fuggin’ true
Country deep Texas Georgia south ain’t no problem
I’ll probably end up where you wantin’ me to be, I guess we'll see
Heaven’s my country redeemer
Call me a country music preacher
You good with that
Hell’s not comin’ for me

Got my armor on
Hell nahs not comin’ for me 
I be redeemed