Hell Right (feat. Trace Adkins)

Hey

Yeah?

Tell 'em that story you were telling me

Couple boys clock out about 5:35

Tryna' put a little hammer in their head

Standing in the liquor store staring at a 5th

But they picked up a handle instead

Hell right, hell right

Hell right (Okay)

Couple girls with their boots on

Got their bluetooth on

T-shirt saying 'Go Sinners'

Then the girl from the small town

Took off the old town

Put on a little Hank junior (Thank God)

Hell right

She got all her rowdy friends coming over tonight

Hell right, hell right

Everybody's throwing down on a Friday night

Somewhere in America

There's a bottle to burn

And a fire to light

And you ain't done nothing

If you did it halfway

If you're gonna raise hell

Then you better damn raise

Hell right, hell right, hell right

There's a guitar on the ground

That was making some sound

'Til somebody pulled a hillbilly slip

Now there's fog on the window

She never would have kissed him

If he didn't play a lick like this

Hell right

Hell right

Hell right, hell right

Everybody's throwing down on a Friday night

Somewhere in America

There's a bottle to burn

And a fire to light

And you ain't done nothing

If you did it halfway

If you're gonna raise hell

Then you better damn raise

Hell right, hell right, hell right

Now it's 7 a.m., damn if there ain't

An empty handle on a square hay bale

Everybody's passed out drunk

But when they wake up

They're all gonna hurt like hell right?

Yeah boy

Hell right, hell right

Everybody's throwing down on a Friday night

Somewhere in America

There's a bottle to burn

And a fire to light

And you ain't done nothing

If you did it halfway

If you're gonna raise hell

Then you better damn raise

Hell right, hell right, hell right