Chance Alan

Lyrics

Oh hey
Whoa shit-kickers
Hey are you feelin’ froggy jumpin’ wild ’n out
Go ahead and jump go ahead and jump
You restricting me
Who
Oh fuggin’ not me
I’m ah unrestricted you got the wrong cowboy
Oh restrictions where shit-kickers step back hold my beer
This gonna get feelin’ froggy jumpin’ wild ’n out
Restricting my why’s my when’s and now my how’s
Let me give you a clue let me give you a hint
Bartender two more beers and leave ‘em right over there
At the end of the bar
Two shots too and line ‘em up
Sarcastic chip on shoulder
You’re shit eatin’ grin city slicker
Put the beer bottle down
Bar fight’s goin’ south too quick
There might be nine of ya so what
Doesn’t seem fair huh
It’s one of me and you’re three short
Of y’all should quit while you’re all ahead
I didn’t come to fight but you’re pushin’
A back-woods back-porch kinda fight tonight
Let’s get a beer and a shot
Count your blessings count to ten
Let’s get a beer and a shot before I shut that loud mouth up

Oh it’s not a threat to you it’s a hollar-back promise
Oh it’s a regret for you oh damn straight up
When you wake up after I knock out your teeth
Your clothes are gonna be outta style by next week
So down a shot have a beer or two it’s on me
Rethink and hesitate you’re being froggy don’t jump
Oh look my country DAWGS just showed up
Hey Cain Walker and that’s Breaking Rust hey boys
JD Steel oh you boys
No worry shitz just got real
I’m mother fuggin’ Chance Alan
Just maybe stand down
You in the wrong fuggin’ town

Now fuggin’ sit down
Oh, sit down oh, sit down oh, sit down oh
Get a beer