Chance Alan

Lyrics

Uh hell yeahs I’m talkin’ different
They be simple in their four wheel drives
High wheels callin’ it bitchin’ ain’t goin’ fishin’
Makes no difference to me

Low maintenance cowgirls what I need
Gettin’ fancy on rare occasions
Throwin’ dirt on my boots
Be catchin’ you lessons
Woah round here I was raised a little different
Hard livin’ hard decisions so no one can hurt my feelings
You little shady you little crazy
You little rebel of the sticks

I was born a pistol but won't miss
'Cause there ain't no rest for the wicked
In them backwoods money don't grow on trees when there's bills to pay
Hell yeahs there's mouths to feed
There ain't nothing more a cowgirl needs than a cowboy like me
Hell nahs I ain’t no cityfide ain’t whatcha need
Nothin’ more than a cowboy like me
Nothin’ more this cowboy needs than a woman like you ah for me

Slingin’ hay bales and croppin’ rows
Wrangler blue jeans ’n Stetson hats
Justin boots cow poke shirt
Baby I do it all throwin’ shots like I’m hell bent sideaways
Off a whiskey and a split
Not every city gal can handle a country boy like me
Got no fear countryfied to the bone
Cowboy code I can start it and I can finish it
Love them ’n leave them
Little raccoon little crazy little wild things
Country boys put some respect out
Yes they ain't no rest for the wicked
Money grows on hard working folks yeah
Nothin’ more dis cowboy needs than a woman like you
You know what’s up
I know some thang ‘bout you ‘bout you