Chance Alan

Lyrics

Hey all y’alls
How’s this festival concert crowd doin’?
WE LIVE!
We’re partyin’
Shit-kickers ain’tchas ready to kick this party off?

No matter where you be
Boats on the water boots in the dirt
Beer in my hand, we all got time to flirt
If you’re in our a fussin' it's alright
We bought a license to love and fight

So when the neighbors start their ringin’ rangin’
I just smile and let 'em see
I be tellin’ ‘em
Mind your own business that's my advice
Shut u mouth would say it twice
'Cause if u mind your damn own business and leave us be
Then you'll have country-fied peace of mind and so will we
Let’s raise (what) this fuggin’ roof

Cowgirls got their’s hair up high and I’m feeling fine
Cowboys be quiver when diesel’s hotties be walkin’ that line
But don't you worry 'bout how we play in our back-woods roots
We’re livin’ loud in our own way

When a back-porch be gossip's high-toned and heads start to turn
Just remember there's no need to learn a beer soaked dream
We got this party startin’ right the fuggin’ now

So be mindin’ your own business that's my advice
It’s a dirty boot lesson you about to reason with me
Oh you would say it twice
'Cause if you mind your own hollar-back businessman and leave us be
Then you'll have come-getcha-some piece of mind and damn you all so will we

We've got stories untold under moonlit skies like tonight
Livin’ free is where our freedom lies
Raise those hands beers up high
Da party is breakin’ rules we ain’t stoppin’ hell-nahs
Let’s go

Mind your own biz (hey) that’s my deer blind advice (hey)
Do I have to say it twice
Third time I ain’t gonna be nice
'Cause if you don’t mind
I got a boats in the water
We be floatin’ cool waters beer in hand
Boots in the dirt right here at this country mud party
Raise your hands come on y’alls

Beer and a shot plenty of time to flirt
This is where we separate the men from the boys
Where we headin’ after this
Damn boy look at all them dixie chicks
Walkin’ talkin’ sexy angels damn baby (you so fine)

We got rodeos best in the house
4 by 4 trucks mud slingin’
Crazy double shots and keg stands
Fuggin’ extreme country music preacher’s revenge startin’

Raise a hand thumbs up high (shit-kickers)
We ain’t stoppin’ (this party)
This hollar-back fugg’em style
I got three words (for y’alls)
We’re gonna get all the sleep (oh)
WHEN WE’RE DEAD

Boats in the water boots in the dirt beer and a shot
That’s it