Chance Alan

Lyrics

Bout to get wild raise this party up
We’re country rednecks we raise hell
We raise our beers up high
We’re stuck outside
You’re stuck being a cowboy
We ain’t stuck it ain’t glamo camo
Real cowboy singers radiate cool and a creed
Battlefield to a back-woods
Has a way of making us who we a rover
Alright
Shit peoples being lost about who they fuggin’ are
Let’s step on that gas pedal
Let’s go
Being country ain’t a phase, it’s how we be raised

Riding through holler-back gonna drink beer
Damn it’s bout being country
It’s about dust on my boot sweat in my tired eyes
Don’t be surprised
Grasped my guitar sing my shit-kickers tune
Being country ain't a phase, it's how we be raised
Pick up trucks rollin’ back-roads feelin' alive

Whiskey in a jar full of a beer drive
Football Sundays Rednecka's nation
Oh cheers to a wild night

Country's in my blood ain't no denyin' it
I bleed red I wear white my jeans are blue
Huntin' in da woods bonfire's burnin'
Makin’ memories
Any small town freedoms are found
Gonna ride a country, back-roads

Bein' country's who I am
Ain't no changin' me
Holler-back nights
Be feelin' shit-kickers frog thin
Got this crowd on their feet
Gonna raise some hell ain't no stoppin'

Being country ain’t a phase, it’s how we be raised
Country's in my blood how bout you
If that offends anybody
No worries I brought ya something
This is for you
Wait no matter
No worries I brought two
Being country ain’t a phase, it’s how we be raised