Alive Songtext
von Cooper Alan

Is something wrong? They don′t want the pop shit
Of course they don't they want fiddle and a chicken pick guitar
None of that country star singing back 40 when all they got is a backyard
PBR starts going straight to my head
When I′m blowing out smoke from a stack long bed
Thinking 'bout Merle and the words that he said
Bet his fighting side would be out again cause
Schools quit praying
Flags quit flying
They keep pill making
We keep buying
They bust our backs and keep making cash
And if you ask me I'd put a boot right in their ass

One way ticket on a one way ride
And the house keeps winning
Got the odds stacked high
We′re going all in ain′t running out of fight
Might take a miracle but we'll make it out alive


Damn Hollywood talking like they know shit
Ain′t y'all the ones that gave us Nickelodeon?
And Diddy? man I think that′s kinda shitty
Or maybe it's just Nashville where we don′t touch kiddies
Well looking at it guess it's kinda scary
Getting big wig corner offices wary
Of a buncha hicks with their lift kits and their dip spit oh shit
Go and cancel that real quick
Cancel it all, but you gon see
There's a couple other folks who think like me
Still believe country music needs a real six string
And that George Strait is the only King
Well I′m getting mad and I wanna scream
Everybody wants to blame rednecks like me
Find a way to make it our fault you see
When our kids are messed up from their phone screens
Well tell me how the hell this works
The world′s a shit show everywhere you turn
And we just keep turning to some crooks in DC
That don't give a damn bout you and me

One way ticket on a one way ride
And the house keeps winning
Got the odds stacked high
We′re going all in ain't running out of fight
Might take a miracle but we′ll make it out alive


I'll be damned if I trust them media folk
That′ll say anything just to sway a vote
And never felt real dirt like I got beneath me
Lord save us from a hell of eternity
You wonder why your kids have grown up soft
It's cause you toss em IPads instead of bats and balls
And given out participation trophies
When the real world hits they don't know a damn thing
But out here come the sunrise
The work it ain′t done til it′s done right
And Sunday round 9 pack the pews tight
And raise em up country til we die
So quit hating on the Bible Belt
End of the day it's all heaven or hell
And what matters is the heart beating in your chest
I hope the world wakes up before there′s nothing left

One way ticket on a one way ride
And the house keeps winning
Got the odds stacked high
We're going all in ain′t running out of fight
Might take a miracle but we'll make it out alive