Текст песни Trace Adkins and Blake Shelton - Hell Right
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
