
Hell Raisin’ Heat of the Summer Florida Georgia Line
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[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
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
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