♪Well Daisy Duke peek-a-booI might have learned a thing or twoOn a Friday night joyrideOut there on the county lineDrag racing till the blue lights chase usAnd we scatter like sparks from a black cat feudTrain bridge where we spray pink skinnerAnd the gold flakes glimmer in the cinnamon boothWe were living every minute of the nightLike there might never be anotherWe were running all the caution lightsWe were learning to fly with a little tail gunnerIf there was something to burn, we were burning itAnything with a curve, we were turning itJust wildfires out there underThe hell-raising heat of the summer♪Alabama on the AlpineBust a cap on a deer signLittle backseat butterflyHomegrown angel that'll get you highThat'll get you highWe were living every minute of the nightLike there might never be anotherWe were running all the caution lightsWe were learning to fly with a little tail gunnerIf there was something to burn, we were burning itAnything with a curve, we were turning itJust wildfires out there underThe hell-raising heat of the summer♪Yeah, I see clearer in the rearview mirrorThan I ever did looking out over the hoodYeah, man, we had some damn good timesAnd I sure hope everybody's doing goodWe were living every minute of the nightLike there might never be anotherWe were running all the caution lightsWe were learning to fly with a little tail gunnerIf there was something to burn, we were burning itAnything with a curve, we were turning itJust wildfires out there underThe hell-raising heat of the summer♪The hell-raising heat of the summer♪The hell-raising heat of the summer♪