Hell Raisin’ Heat of the Summer

Florida Georgia Line - Country, Rock
Hell Raisin’ Heat of the Summer
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Duration: 3:33
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Well, Daisy Duke, peek-a-boo I might've learned a thing or two On a Friday night joyride Out there on the county line Drag racin' 'til the blue lights chase us And we scattered like sparks from a Black Cat fuse Train bridge where we spray paint Skynard And the gold flakes glimmered in the cinnamon booze [Chorus] We were livin' every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were runnin' all the caution lights We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it Anything with a curve, we were turnin' it Just wildfires out there under The hell raisin' heat of the summer [Verse 2] Alabama on the Alpine Bust a cap on a deer sign A little back seat butterfly Homegrown angel that'll get you high That'll get you high [Chorus] We were livin' every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were runnin' all the caution lights We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it Anything with a curve, we were turnin' it Just wildfires out there under The hell raisin' heat of the summer [Bridge] Yeah, I see it clearer in the rear view mirror Than I ever did lookin' out over the hood Yeah man, we had some damn good times And I sure hope everybody's doin' good [Chorus] We were livin' every minute of the night Like there might never be another We were runnin' all the caution lights We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it Anything with a curve, we were turnin' it Just wildfires out there under The hell raisin' heat of the summer [Outro] The hell raisin' heat of the summer The hell raisin' heat of the summer
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Credits
- Writers
- Craig Wiseman
- Chris Tompkins
- Rodney Clawson