Chance Alan

Lyrics

"Breaking news:
This is K.C.X.C. KICKIN’ COUNTRY EXTREME
It’s true y’all got Chance Alan reporting in the backwoods"

'Bout a cowboy who ran off with a cooler full of cold beers
Left with 28 found drunk four beers left
Story's just gettin’ wild
Po-po’s got him surrounded, four beers in hand
WAIT, WAIT: he's opening one, oh he's pouring one out, po-po’s after him
I call Beer Foul

Callin’ Liquor Abuse
Oh I got shivers, buyin’ four moe
Oh no, say it ain't so, no
For every one beer a shot let's get close I'm buyin’
Wait a minute hold my beer I got this I'm feelin' high throttlin’
Wonderin' 'bout RAW country shitz changin’ quick

Let's go get on the barstool where neon fun is kickin’ it
Meant to be a bridge not a parkin' lot where Texas hold'em are
We be dug in like a tick shotz are goin' deep redneck friends are real
Drinkin’ makin’ road kill quilts of memories
First red dirt roads that's how we roll

47 steps to a male sophisticated sobriety
Still no appreciation for finer times our country's creed

We can't or couldn't keep the frogs in the wheelbarrow they kept on leapin' away
To a country’s sexy daisy dukes ’n farm bad boys
Come getcha come on ya’ll sit fuggin’ down where ya goin’
Coolers full of country Memo-beer-ies, souls bein’ fuggin’ perfect
For the love of all things country

Yeah I said only way to right here dang, this day
Rhythms countries shout out
Going south a story of all ya all’s neon memories, right

Callin’ Liquor Abuse
Oh I got shivers, buyin’ four moe
Oh no, say it ain't so, no
For every one beer a shot let's get close I'm buyin’
Wait a minute hold my beer I got this I'm feelin' high throttlin’
Wonderin' 'bout RAW country shitz changin’ quick

Let's go get on the barstool where neon fun is kickin’ it
Meant to be a bridge not a parkin' lot where Texas hold'em are
We be dug in like a tick shotz are goin' deep redneck friends are real
Drinkin’ makin’ road kill quilts of memories

1st red-dirt roads that's how we roll
47 steps to a male sophisticated sobriety
Still no appreciation for finer times our country's creed

We can’t or couldn't keep the frogs in the wheelbarrow, they kept on leapin' away
To a country’s sexy daisy dukes ’n farm bad boys
Come getcha come on ya’ll sit fuggin’ down where ya goin’
Coolers full of country Memo-beer-ies, souls bein’ fuggin’ perfect
For the love of all things country

Yeah I said only way to right here dang, this day
Rhythms countries shout out
Going south a story of all ya all’s neon memories, right