Chance Alan

Lyrics

I’m fuggin’ here dontcha drop the ball
Get back up to that bar
That grave moment couldn’t hold me back
Walkin’ into darkness of that country stage seven days prior to
Shadows are closing tight
But the grave moment couldn't hold me back
I rose in to spotlight tonight
Oh I’m a rebel a country music fighter

Beer fueled redeemer
I'm gonna make some noise gonna take back this country sound
Back-roads music bring the back-porch hollar-back desire sound
Bring a back-woods back
I’ve risen up I’m wearing the country music preacher
Code of ethics
I've got a victory
I've got a sound

Oh I'm a wild one riding on through
Soon to be a crowd filled night
I’ve got a story to tell
One of a redemption of what's been lost every fuggin’ night
Won't drop the ball
Won't let this roll away
My God
I’m here come-getcha-some and listen up I’ll say
Oh I’ve got a pedal down on this rednecka’s highway
I’ve already lived this life I ain’t kidding
Been here and done it before
Back up to the bar pour me another round
Shit I got this
Gonna go be grabbing country sound and your minds
Ain’t nothing like me
Oh it’s a damn danger move

I’m making tonight
Shining under neon lights
I’m the country music preacher
That’s fuggin’ true

I’ve fought fights I’ve made it through
I’ve got scars I’ve got proof
Oh livin’ life head held high
I’m living proof
Country-fied music’s back
You got that shit-kicker right
Oh that grave moment couldn’t oh
Won’t hold me back
Oh you got that, right
I’m fuggin’ here