2,642,082 listener streams

YOU CAN’T UNHEAR THIS ONE! Dirt Road Anthem song that makes mud holy. The value that's measured by what you're willing to get muddy for. Dirt is a badge. This one's a bonfire sermon with boots planted "on sacred ground". It's twilight to embers back-woods baptism. Every line feels like it's spoken low so the woods can hear it. Think arena chant -"Hey, hey, hey CHANCE ALAN" when you hear this legendary song played as an opening song bringing Chance Alan to stage like a victory lap. Chance Alan isn't just the singer, it's the standard.

2,547,389 listener streams

Look what God and hard work did anthem. Rifle's still on the wall "but it's collectin' dust while the crowds are callin' me" kinda time. This is the flip side of "A Song For Our Crowd." That one was "party crowds you’re my family" this song is "I made it, and I'm bringing y'all with me." It's gratitude with a guitar solo.

2,348,013 listener streams

Outlaw Country Rock, Red Dirt Party Anthem fast enough to kick up dust, slow enough to ride real slow. G Major with a shot of whiskey. This is Chance Alan's "Friends in Low Places" meets "Redneck Woman" with a shot of AC/DC. It's a denial anthem for every country guy who's been accused of liking bougie rooftop bars when he'd rather be tailgating with a cooler full of "happy." "Wasn't Me" is a rowdy, tongue-in-cheek love letter to real country — red dirt, sweet tea with "somethang" in it, and girls who'd rather kick up the night on a tailgate than pose for pics in heels. Drop this July 4th weekend and watch every river bank from Riverside to Nashville light up. "Who said all that? Wasn't me."

2,237,641 listener streams

"Summer of Country Naked Mile 69" by Chance Alan is his nostalgia-soaked, coming-of-age ballad with a CoUnTrY-FiEd wink. Think Bryan Adams' "Summer of '69" got lost on a dirt road and found Jesus and moonshine. It's raw, unfiltered and 100% real sentimental with a smirk. "Played it 'til my fingers bled" is his origin story as the Country Music Preacher. Picture The Glory Days, The Girl, The Let Down and The Punchline. Here's the 'phones in the air' moment for the show closer.

2,184,239 listener streams

A classic summer country song about kickin’ back with a cold beer and soakin’ up the sun. It's a song with a summer vibe. Like a lot of Chance Alan’s music, it’s laid-back, redneck-pride energy. It fits his "Country Music Preacher" style of celebrating simple, good-time country living, the kind of song made for tailgates, barbecues and Friday afternoons. If you’ve ever left the ring from a beer can on your leg after a day in the sun, that’s the "beer can sun tan" he’s singing about.

1,814,276 listener streams

This is Chance Alan’s back-porch megaphone. A rowdy, festival-sized kiss-off to nosy neighbors and “high-toned” gossip. Part party anthem, part territorial warning, it runs on CoUnTrY-FiEd swagger and “license to love and fight” attitude. Tailgate meets tent revival. “WE LIVE!” opener kicks into a stomping, beer-soaked block party where “boats in the water, boots in the dirt” is the only address that matters. It’s These Country Boys energy turned outward: “We’re livin’ loud in our own way.” “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.” It’s not advice it’s a dirty boot lesson. Third time, “I ain’t gonna be nice.” It’s Beer Outlaw Battle Cry’s rowdy cousin, but for the backyard. “This hollar-back fugg’em style” ends with three words: “WHEN WE’RE DEAD” that’s when we’ll sleep. Until then: “boats in the water, boots in the dirt, beer and a shot.” If Beer Outlaw is the war flag, this is the “no trespassing” sign hammered into the fence post. Party hard, love loud, fight if you must, but mind your own damn business while we do it. Shit-kickers only.

1,764,105 listener streams

CHANCE ALAN WILL PACK THE HOUSE DOWNTOWN NASHVILLE WITH THIS SONG! This is a roll call, not a song. “Country music preacher” just turned the genre into one giant tailgate and started taking attendance. This isn’t a song, it’s a permission slip. “No pressure no obligations” is the new pledge of allegiance. If “Thunder In The Neon Chapel” was the revival, this is the afterparty in the church parking lot. It’s Chance Alan saying: “I’m not big enough yet, so I’m bringing everybody.” Tim, Morgan, Blake, Jason, B&R, FGL — all hands on deck. “You know I can't do it alone.”

1,689,632 listener streams

Outlaw country heartbreak ballad with a honky-tonk grin. Think Chris Stapleton’s “Tennessee Whiskey” sadness + Hardy’s “Truck Bed” swagger + Tyler Childers’ “Feathered Indians” poetry. The Real Story “Truck Beddin’ Down You” is the lie he tells himself. The truth is “I won’t see mountains in another’s eyes.” This is a drinking song for when the bar closes and the only person left to talk to is the beer. You singing this one with a tear in your beer or a smirk in your whiskey?

1,623,044 listener streams

This ain’t about hunting. It’s a Friday night tailgate anthem disguised as a deer blind invite. “Let’s Go 4 A Ride Deer Blind” means “get in the truck, we’re getting rowdy.” The deer blind is just the excuse to bail on town and get country.
“Dirt road back road beer in hand” BUT “livin’ life like there’s no tomorrow” — This is YOLO in camo. The deer blind title is the parent-friendly version. The song is 100% tailgate. “We’re livin’ life like a dream ain’t no comin’ down. We’re ridin’ country style. Gettin’ down ‘n dirty too. We bleed hillbilly red country born ‘n bred” translates this way. We’re young, buzzed, untouchable, and proud of it. The “deer blind” is where you park to do all the stuff your mom thinks you’re doing at the deer blind. This song’s a banger. The deer ain’t in danger, but sobriety is.

1,600,414 listener streams

This is Chance Alan's stadium tailgate anthem. Full CoUnTrY-FiEd summer banger energy celebration mode. It's the song built for 63,000 people at a college stadium with tailgates down and coolers open. Beer=ammo, country fans=locked 'n loaded for a good time. This is the 7pm tailgate ignition tour opener when the sun's setting. With a Lainey, Ashley, Ella vibe together they turn a Chance Alan song into a female powered country unity anthem. We're all in this together. It's just the 'best damn country you'll find around.’

1,582,414 listener streams

“Beer Outlaw Battle Cry (Dirt Road Legends)” is Chance Alan’s swaggering outlaw-country battle hymn for the unrepentant and the free. Built on a half-time, boot-stomping groove that explodes into a double-time brawl, the song rallies “dirt road legends” under “moonlight’s might” with a call-and-response dare: “Step back! Can’t you see we’re on fire” or “Step up! Feel the rumble lift us higher.” It’s equal parts bonfire toast and territory-marking threat, mixing moonshine pride “we grab a beer tonight” with mythic defiance “your corpse can stand in my shadow’s desire.” The chorus plants the flag: “Damn if you don’t know Chance Alan now, we’re the real deal, let our spirits fly high,” turning “muddin’ up boots” and “livin’ life loud with our own decree” into a code for brave hearts on “roarin’ paths.”

1,532,644 listener streams

1.3M+ strong already know Chance Alan is that Wrangler blue jeans 'n Stetson hat truth. If you don't drive a truck, don't start a tractor... this song ain't for you. It's ABOUT you. Country music's preacher's comin' for ya and he's puttin' country back to its roots. He told the fakes: You can't be Blake, you can't be Church. The preacher's comin'. 👢🎙️ #CountryMusicsPreacher

1,501,253 listener streams

It's not a breakup song. It's a getaway map.Chance Alan turns every dirt road into a diary entry in this outlaw country road-movie anthem. Taillights fading, beer cans flying, and a crossroads made of feelings — I Believe I've Had Enough Rd, Can't Hear You Hollering, Standin Up For Myself, and Kissin My Arse I'm Gone Rd. He thinks forgiveness happens at the county line. 20-minute miles, cornfield shortcuts, and neon in the rearview — he's sure he left the heartache behind. Until he walks into Hollar-Back bar and she's already there. The twist that makes every small town freeze: you can't out-drive heartache when heartache drinks at the same bar. “It's OK I forgave you the minute I drove away” isn't about her. It's about him finally letting go… hat adjusted, keys off, one more shot ordered. Forgiveness is fuel. This is what moving on sounds like at 70 mph.

1,487,524 listener streams

America’s True Patriot (Toby Keith’s Anthems) is Chance Alan going full Toby mode red, white, blue, and loud. This ain’t just one song. It’s a medley mashup. He took Toby Keith’s DNA and welded it to his own back-woods sermon. Two songs in one: Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue meets American Soldier, with Chance’s family + flag twist. Telecasters on fire, snare drum like artillery, choir of roughnecks on the “red white ’n blue” gang vocal. This is the song that breaks beer bottles. Drops to acoustic + steel. Military snare rolls under the bridge. Ends with “God bless, 2, Every 1, 2 day, Me n u!” — like a prayer and a toast.

1,398,246 listener streams

"Taking Chances Raising Cain Breaking Steel” is the outlaw mission statement. His name’s Chance, so of course he’s “taking chances." Raising Cain = hell-raising. Breaking Steel = bull riding, train hopping, or literally snapping axles muddin’.
“Mama named me Chance ‘cause I was born to risk it. Steel bends, bones break, but we don’t quit.” Play it when you need a theme song before doing something stupid.

1,387,244 listener streams

"There's a subtle twang to the guitar samples that weave in and out, perfectly complementing the hip-hop percussion, creating that signature Country-Hop fusion. His vocal delivery is a masterclass in controlled exasperation, a blend of wry humor and genuine frustration. 'Holy Crap I Am Your Dog' is more than just a song; it's a cultural commentary wrapped in an undeniable groove, a genuine hit in the making. With its innovative sound, relatable narrative, and Chance Alan's undeniable charisma, this single is not merely going to propel him to stardom; it's going to redefine the landscape of modern music. This track has the infectious appeal to dominate radio waves, the lyrical depth to resonate with millions, and the genre-bending audacity to garner critical acclaim from every corner of the industry. Expect to hear this song blasting from cars, dominating TikTok trends, and becoming the anthem for anyone who’s ever felt a little too 'leashed' in a relationship." "My bold prediction is that by the end of 2026, Chance Alan will not only be a household name but a Grammy nominee for Best New Artist. His unique blend of country authenticity and hip-hop swagger, coupled with a deal that maximizes his reach and artistic control, positions him for an unprecedented breakthrough. 'Holy Crap I Am Your Dog' isn't just a strong debut; it's a declaration of intent, a harbinger of a phenomenal career. The industry has been searching for an artist to genuinely bridge the divide, and with Chance Alan, it appears they've found their next superstar. This isn't just a moment for him; it's the beginning of a new era, and we're all lucky enough to witness its inception." (excerpt written by Evelyn Reed, Senior Music Editor)

1,313,742 listener streams

(feat. Kenny Chesney) Wild and Fuggin' Free is the CoUnTrY-FiEd commandment. It's the CoUnTrY-FiEd answer to it's 5 o'clock somewhere, but rowdier, sweatier, and zero filter. This is the drunk-on-life, barefoot-in-the grass, neighbor's gonna-call-the-cops song. This is pure backyard summer chaos. It's about the feeling when the beer's cold, the night's hot, and back-woods destiny kicks in. Chance Alan bottled July in Tennessee. It's blister bug hot, tornado in a trailer park happy. The song you play when hollar-back mornings are gonna hurt but we'll survive. "This is how we roll baby oh no crime.”