Les paroles de la chanson
« Hell raisin' heat of the summer »
Florida Georgia Line

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’ till the blue lights chase us
And we scattered like sparks from a black cat fuse
Train bridge where we spray paint Skynyrd*
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

Alabama on the Alpine
Bust a cap on a deer sign
Little backseat butterfly
Home grown angel that’ll get you high
That’ll get you high

Chorus

Guitar solo

Yeah, I see it clearer in the rearview 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

The hell raisin’ heat of the summer
The hell raisin’ heat of the summer



*Lynyrd Skynyrd est un groupe américain de rock influencé par la country