A couple boys clocked out about 5.35, tryin' to put a little hammer in their head. Standin' in the liquor store, starin' at a fifth, but they picked up a handle instead. Hell right, hell right. 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. Hell right. She got all her rally friends comin' over tonight. Hell right, hell right. Everybody's flowin' 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 halfway. If you're gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise hell right. Hell right, hell right. There's a guitar on the ground that was makin' some sound till 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. Hell right, hell right. Hell right, hell right. Everybody's flowin' 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 halfway. If you're gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise hell right. Hell right, hell right. Now 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. Hell right, hell right. Everybody's flowin' 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 halfway. If you're gonna raise hell, then you better damn raise hell right. Hell right, hell right. Hell right, hell right. Hell right, hell right.