Chance Alan

Lyrics

I gotta run somethin’ by you ok go get a beer (listen up you ain’t gotta die)
To be dead to me
So, my mama taught me when I was a boy
If there’s a problem take it out of your world
Leave room for the beers no room for whiskey and clouds
You see I just pretend you no longer around nay-sayers
And say (to yourself) what the fugg does it matter (to me)

You ain't gotta die (to be dead to me)
Well, you ain't gotta be six feet deep
(Pushin’ up daisies up through concrete)
No you ain't gotta die to be dead to me

They was a drinkin’ and a hollerin’ and y’all know how that goes
(They was talkin’ bout everythang that mama said don’t bother)
So when they surely asked me how is your life been (I said)
Who me I have never heard of you or them
You know I think I have heard of that rumor I think
I think I heard y’all got run over by a country music preacher
Drivin’ that rednecka’s train
You’re gonna be mauled by a bear maybe
Hopefully live to tell about it (too late)

You ain't gotta die (to be dead to me)
Oh (you ain’t) you ain’t gotta die to be dead to me
Oh you ain’t gotta be six feet deep
But it can be arranged got a shovel
Pushin’ up daisies up through concrete
(No worries I’m the hammer)
No you ain't gotta die

So here is your first your final warning
There won't be no car wrecks citified rats poisoning our back porches
So if you cross the line
Oh no there won't be no back-woods crime committed
(Adios) good riddance and goodbyes (you ain't gotta die)
Ain’tchas gotta be six feet deep
(Pushin’ you way)
Mauled by a bear (stung by a bee)
Clip your attitude
Stung by a bee