Hell Right - Blake Shelton/Trace Adkins

Lyrics by：David Garcia/Brett Tyler/Michael Hardy

Hey

Yeah

Tell 'em that story you were tellin' me

Couple boys clock out about 5:35

Tryna put a little hammer in their head

Standing in the liquor store staring at a fifth

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-shirts saying go sooners

Then the girl from the small town took off the Old Town

Put on a little Hank Jr.

Thank God

Hell right

She got all her rowdy friends comin' over tonight

Hell right hell right

Everybody's throwin' down on a Friday night

Somewhere in America

There's a bottle to burn and a fire to light

And you ain't done nothin' if you did it half way

If you gonna raise hell then you better d**n 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've kissed him

If he didn't play a lick like this

Hell right

Hell right

Hell right hell right

Everybody's throwin' down on a Friday night

Somewhere in America

There's a bottle to burn and a fire to light

And you ain't done nothin' if you did it half way

If you gonna raise hell then you better d**n raise

Hell right

Hell right

Hell right

Now it's 7am

D**n if there ain't an empty handle on a square hay bell

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 throwin' down on a Friday night

Somewhere in America

There's a bottle to burn and a fire to light

And you ain't done nothin' if you did it half way

If you gonna raise hell then you better d**n raise

Hell right

Hell right

Hell right