Chance Alan

Lyrics

Oh did I mention da good times are killin’ me
Oh did I mention she’s hotter than a blister bug in a pepper patch ok
Oh didn’t I mention I gotta cold beer in hand one for you
I ain’t seen him since he was knee-high to a grasshopper
Happier than a tornado in a trailer park sky

It’s hotter than a blister bug in a pepper patch
Baby it’s our summertime match
We hit da bushes madder than a wet hen
If our brains were leather we'd saddle Junebugs oh man

Good times are killin’ me oh can't you see
Back-yard shadows and laid-back dreams
Let's wake up to that hollar-back vibe
Good times are killin’ me let's ride

Remember when da nights turned on truck’s lights
Surrounded by cowgirls oh man you as living in true nights
Cold beer in hand let's me convince you one last time you’re so fine
This is how we roll baby oh no crime
Your back-yard calls so laid-back and countryfied chillin’
Need to get your ass over here feel da thrillin’

Good times are killin’ me oh can't you see
Sharin' our moments wild and fuggin' free
Hollar-back mornings we'll survive
Good times are killin’ me let's drive

Wake up style in that hollar-back for da give-back scene
Settin’ da neon mood a last beer code to redeem
True-story country-rule oh you and me
Scream it loud oh let them see

Good times are killin’ me
Shit-kickers can’t you see
Back-yard countryfied vibes and back-woods destiny
Together we'll make our mark feelin’ like
Good times are killin’ me you ain’t gotta
Just get it right