Released on August 16, 2019

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[Intro: Trace Adkins & Blake Shelton]

Hey

Yeah?

Tell 'em that story you were tellin' me


[Verse 1: Blake Shelton]

Couple boys clock out 'bout 5:35

Tryna put a little hammer in their head

Standin' in the liquor store, starin' at a fifth

But they picked up a handle instead

[Refrain: Blake Shelton & Trace Adkins]

Hell right (Hell right?)

Hell right (Okay)

[Verse 2: Blake Shelton, Trace Adkins, Both]

Couple girls with their boots on got their Bluetooth on

T-shirts sayin' "Go Sooners"

Then the girl from the small town took off the "Old Town"

Put on a little Hank Jr. (Thank God)

Hell right

She got all her rowdy friends comin' over tonight


[Chorus: Blake Shelton & Trace Adkins]

Hell right (Hell right)

Hell right (Hell right)

Everybody's throwin' down on a Friday night

Somewhere in America

There's a bottle to burn and a fire to light

And you ain't done nothin' if you did it half way

If you gonna raise Hell, then you better damn raise

Hell right (Hell right)

Hell right (Hell right)

Hell right


[Verse 3: Blake Shelton & Trace Adkins]

There's a guitar on the ground that was makin' some sound

'Til somebody pulled a hillbilly slip

Now there's fog on the window, she never woulda kissed him

If he didn't play a lick like this


[Refrain: Trace Adkins]

Hell right

Hell right


[Chorus: Blake Shelton & Trace Adkins]

Hell right (Hell right)

Hell right (Hell right)

Everybody's throwin' down on a Friday night

Somewhere in America

There's a bottle to burn and a fire to light

And you ain't done nothin' if you did it half way

If you gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise

Hell right (Hell right)

Hell right (Hell right)

Hell right

[Bridge: Blake Shelton, Blake Shelton & Trace Adkins]

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


[Chorus: Blake Shelton & Trace Adkins]

Hell right (Hell right)

Hell right (Hell right)

Everybody's throwin' down on a Friday night

Somewhere in America

There's a bottle to burn and a fire to light

And you ain't done nothin' if you did it half way

If you gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise

Hell right

Hell right

Hell right