Chance Alan

Lyrics

Listen up everybody it's time to cut it the fugg loose

I'm a rebel son with a devil's grin
Raisin' hell and kickin' up dust you in
Mud draggin' trucks and bonfires high
We are partyin' 'til the morning right

You ain't gotta clue what we are all about
Raisin' hell and tearin' it up no doubt
4 wheel drive and country rides
We are gonna ride til the morning right

You ain't gotta clue what we are all about
Raisin' hell and tearin' it up no doubt
4 wheel drive and country rides
We are gonna ride til the morning right

Oh we are the outlaws you know
Amarillo By Morning gotta go
Sippin' whiskey dancin' in the night
Radio's playin' Honky Tonk Blues feelin' fuggin' right

A long-haired country boy’s fuggin' alive
Singin' Folsom Prison Blues tonight
Mud's flyin' everywhere are tearin' up the land
Our 4 wheel drive trucks a rebel's hand

For a Country Boy Can Survive to trouble
You keepin' the spirit alive wild and free
Our roots run deep like rivers you see
We are sons and daughters of the country party pride

Willie's On the Road Again
We are travelin' down a highway and trucks to our friends
We are a band of brothers for a common goal
To raise hell havin' fun with our country soul

Ride a country roads with our music loud and proud
A wind in our hair our hearts unbound
We keep on truckin' through the night
Our country music shinin' right

Rev up our engines let's ride right
Country music's our rebel fight
Keep on raisin' hell tearin' it up right
You ain't gotta clue ok we are feelin' alive right

Let's hear it we are country party proud
Raisin' hell and takin' names
Fight fight right