Hell

Oh, I punched the clock, I flipped the middle Turned up a 90s country hammer with a fiddle I went to pick me up a sixer at the Citgo Ah, but sitting right beside it was a twelve Hell I rolled 'em down, I threw a dip in I was a freaking bat out of it on a mission I hit the gravel, spinning, giving every piston Up in this truck you'd have to kill me to sell Hell Good Lord, what a good life Out here with the mosquitoes Laid back on the hood like Steve McQueen Meets Bo Duke and Bocephus Whatcha know 'bout Hankin' till the break of dawn? Whatcha know 'bout smack dab in the middle Of nowhere? Hey y'all, whatcha waiting on? Bring your hillbilly tailbone Let's raise a little hell Ah, hell Ah, hell Come Sunday morning We're gonna pay it We'll still be back there in the back row Saying "Amen" Heaven knows we backslide Sometimes, but the truth is Just 'cause we gave last night It don't mean we're going to it, hell Good Lord, what a good life Out here with the mosquitoes Laid back on the hood like Steve McQueen Meets Bo Duke and Bocephus Whatcha know 'bout Hankin' till the break of dawn? Whatcha know 'bout smack dab in the middle Of nowhere? Hey y'all, whatcha waiting on? Bring your hillbilly tailbone Let's raise a little hell Ah, hell Hey, what's wrong, Blake? Damn, man, I think Hell gave it to me last night Does your head hurt? Yeah, when I start feelin' better, your damn head's gonna hurt too, man Good Lord, what a good life Out here with the mosquitoes Laid back on the hood like Steve McQueen Meets Bo Duke and Bocephus Whatcha know 'bout Hankin' till the break of dawn? Whatcha know 'bout smack dab in the middle Of nowhere? Hey y'all, whatcha waiting on? Bring your hillbilly tailbone Let's raise a little Hell Ah, hell Might as well Yeah, bring your hillbilly tailbone Let's raise a little hell