Testo 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' 'til 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' 'til 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' 'til 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, hm