Chance Alan

Lyrics

Oh, oh oh
I don’t got time to hunt any moe
We are all, real blue-collar made it boot-stompin'
Used to wake up ’fore the rooster crowed
Freezin’ in a blind on a back-woods road
Dollar in my pocket rust on my truck
If it moved I’d shoot it
Tryin’ to stretch my luck

Mama kept the skillet
Daddy kept the aim
Put a deer in the freezer
Played that same old game
But wheels kept turnin’ and the Lord raised me up
Now the charts are climbin’ and I’m fillin’ my cup
Ain’t no shame in the struggle that I knew
But these days blessings done come through

I don’t got time to hunt any moe
‘Cause the fridge stays full and the bills ain’t low
Traded camo for the stage lights neon glow
From a pawn shop guitar to a sold out show
I make enough money y’all I don’t hunt any moe
No I don’t got time to hunt any moe

Still got the rifle hangin’ on the wall
But it’s collectin’ dust while the crowds are callin’ me
Used to track twelve point through da snow
Now I’m trackin’ miles on a tour bus rollin’ fast
Steakhouse on the rider green in my hand
Be tippin’ a waitress good ’cause I understand

Where I came from and where I get to go
God blessed this boy from the back-woods row
Counciltucky Missouri Moe
I remember empty now I’m overflowing’
Every city we play, they let me know

I don’t hunt any moe
‘Cause the fridge stays full and bills ain’t lowin’
Ha ha ha ha
I don’t got time to hunt any moe
Traded camo for stage lights neon glow
From a pawn shop guitar to a sold-out show
I make enough money y’all I don’t hunt any moe

Ain't forgettin’ where my roots run deep
For the ones still prayin’ in a single wide heat
If you’re waitin’ on your season hold on tight
To any moe moment’s comin’ like a Friday night
Raise one up for hunger in the hope
We made it out boys now we’re free as a doe
But I’ll sing for the ones in the cold and the snow
I don’t got time to hunt any moe

Still a country boy with a story to show and tell
From the deep freeze winter to a spotlight glow
I make enough money now I don’t hunt any moe

No sir I don’t hunt any moe
So if you see me at the B'ass Pro
I’m just lookin’ round
I don’t hunt any moe

Want me to put a hard-drivin’ 90’s country groove behind it
Or go more modern anthem with a big gang vocal
You got it I’m Chance Alan country music preacher
Let’s keep that tour anthem rollin’

Used to barter fuel for a side of venison
Grandpa’s 30-30 kickin’ like a ram
Mama stretched a squirrel into Sunday stew
I don’t got time to hunt any moe