Raising Hell

Verse One Friday night, and the sun’s sinkin' low, Grab my boots and my hat, it’s time to go. Meetin' up with the boys and gals down at Joe’s old barn, Where the moonlight dances, and the whiskey’s warm. Got a fire pit blazin', and the music’s loud, With the guitars strummin' and the rowdy crowd. From the holler to the hills, we’re the talk of the town, When the sun goes down, that’s when we come around. Chorus: We’re raisin' hell, under the southern sky, With a rebel yell, till the break of light. From the backroads to the honky-tonks, hear that country swell, We’re livin' fast and loud, just raisin' hell. Verse 2: Four-wheel drives kickin' up that dirt, With a cooler in the back and a flannel shirt. Got the bonfire burnin', and the night’s still young, Hear the wolves howlin' at the songs we’ve sung. Girls in their daisy dukes, dancin' in the light, Guys with the roughed up Denim Jeans ready to fight With the stars overhead, it’s a hell of a sight. Pour another round, let’s keep it goin' strong, We’ll be raisin' hell till the break of dawn. Chorus: We’re raisin' hell, under the southern sky, With a rebel yell, till the break of light. From the backroads to the honky-tonks, hear that country swell, We’re livin' fast and loud, just raisin' hell. Bridge: There’s a freedom in the night, and a fire in our veins, With the rhythm of the wild and the sound of the trains. From the fields of cotton to the pine tree shade, We’re the sons and daughters of a renegade. Chorus: We’re raisin' hell, under the southern sky, With a rebel yell, till the break of light. From the backroads to the honky-tonks, hear that country swell, We’re livin' fast and loud, just raisin' hell. Outro: So here’s to the nights we’ll never forget, With the good times rollin', and no regrets. In this country life, where the wild hearts dwell, We’ll be forever young, just raisin' hell.