Chance Alan

Lyrics

We’re Raising Cain
Walker too
Breaking Rust
Truths too
Like a JD Steel Drifter too
Taking a Chance Alan
Country Music Preacher
Oh we came here to kick ass and chew gum
Shit-kickers I’m all outta gum

You ain’t stranded
You don’t like my country music
Oh no worries someone’s gonna put a boot in your
John Brown Hind part and then break it off
If that don’t work I brought this just for you

Oh I didn’t leave anybody out
No worries I brought ya two
Let’s get busy
Who’s saying sometin’s wong
Better yet ya betcha
I got a country-fied rednecka’s smoother than frog hairs music
Hey cowboy pillows damn fine you are let me come-getcha me some
So take ya to a back-woods be waitin’
Back-yards be thrummin’
Back-porch be hummin’
Hollar-back be chuggin’
We got a beer creed and code
We be playin’ for keeps
City-fide city-slicker see
I’m not worried bout you
You ain’t comin’ for me
Promise you that
Just the opposite side of the back-porch
I’m comin’ for you hick-townin’
Keep runnin’ your mouth about
Wipe that dirty smirk and smile off
You didn’t earn it

You runnin’ names through hollar-back mud
You thankin’ rednecka’s true
All y’all trust ain’t broken
Ya shouldn’t be spoken lies with y’all catch up
Nah-sayers just shut up for I’ma keepin’ it simple
Keep listenin’ blackmail country-twisted dogs
Holdin’ you down I’m bad for you
See how that feels
Your fans be givin’ their two cents but that ain’t yours no mo
I got the other 98 attention hell-yeahs It’s all mine
See you are listenin’
Country-fied fools
Oh