Letra da Música Hell Right (Ft. Trace Adkins) de Blake Shelton

Hey
Yeah?
Tell 'em that story you were telling mecouple 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