Oh, I punched the clock, I flipped the middle

Turned up a 90s country hammer with a fiddle

I went to pick me up a sixer at the Citgo

Ah, but sitting right beside it was a twelve

Hell

I rolled 'em down, I threw a dip in

I was a freaking bat out of it on a mission

I hit the gravel, spinning, giving every piston

Up in this truck you'd have to kill me to sell

Hell

Good Lord, what a good life

Out here with the mosquitoes

Laid back on the hood like Steve McQueen

Meets Bo Duke and Bocephus

Whatcha know 'bout Hankin' till the break of dawn?

Whatcha know 'bout smack dab in the middle

Of nowhere? Hey y'all, whatcha waiting on?

Bring your hillbilly tailbone

Let's raise a little hell

Ah, hell

Ah, hell

Come Sunday morning

We're gonna pay it

We'll still be back there in the back row

Saying "Amen"

Heaven knows we backslide

Sometimes, but the truth is

Just 'cause we gave last night

It don't mean we're going to it, hell

Good Lord, what a good life

Out here with the mosquitoes

Laid back on the hood like Steve McQueen

Meets Bo Duke and Bocephus

Whatcha know 'bout Hankin' till the break of dawn?

Whatcha know 'bout smack dab in the middle

Of nowhere? Hey y'all, whatcha waiting on?

Bring your hillbilly tailbone

Let's raise a little hell

Ah, hell

Hey, what's wrong, Blake?

Damn, man, I think Hell gave it to me last night

Does your head hurt?

Yeah, when I start feelin' better, your damn head's gonna hurt too, man

Good Lord, what a good life

Out here with the mosquitoes

Laid back on the hood like Steve McQueen

Meets Bo Duke and Bocephus

Whatcha know 'bout Hankin' till the break of dawn?

Whatcha know 'bout smack dab in the middle

Of nowhere? Hey y'all, whatcha waiting on?

Bring your hillbilly tailbone

Let's raise a little Hell

Ah, hell

Might as well

Yeah, bring your hillbilly tailbone

Let's raise a little hell