Rasin' Hell Lyrics

Hey bartender, pour the house a double round on me.
Well, I'm down here gettin' rowdy man, it's been a long hard week.
Cause it's Friday night, I'm feelin' right, and this ain't no Sunday choir.
So DJ, crank that music up and let's set this place on fire.

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Callin' all cowgirls, get your boots out on the floor.
This ain't your grandma's country, ya'll – we're rockin' to the core.
So put away your halos, loosen up your bible belts.
And party like the devil ‘cause we're about to raise some hell.

We got them country girls up on the bar with cut-off blue jeans on.
They're two-steppin' in Stetson hats with AC/DC tunes on.
We're kickin' tires and lightin' fires and howlin' at the moon.
Yeah, this party's goin' all night long so ya'll best get down here soon.

Callin' all cowgirls, get your boots out on the floor.
This ain't your grandma's country, ya'll – we're rockin' to the core.
So put away your halos, loosen up your bible belts.
And party like the devil ‘cause we're about to raise some hell.

Mmmmm, yeah...

Well now callin' all cowgirls, get your boots out on the floor.
This ain't your grandma's country, ya'll – we're rockin' to the core.
So put away your halos, loosen up your bible belts.
And party like the devil ‘cause we're about to raise some hell.
Raise some hell.
Raise some hell.