HELL YEAH BOYS Songtext
von Brantley Gilbert

Mud up on your daddy′s truck
Bird dog whiskey Sonic cup
Summer money from the farm
Farmer's daughter on your arm
Givin′ them blue lights something to chase
Yall are doing it right, all I gotta say is

Hell yeah, boys
See ya'll holding down a Friday night
Don't let nobody tell y′all boys
That you′re too young for the time of your life
Keep on driving them trucks like you stole 'em
Keep on cracking the tops off the cold ones
Lemme hear your rebel yell, yeah boys
If you ever ask, if I could run it back
Well, hell yeah boys


Love your mama good
Send them prayers up
Before you hit the woods
Get your work done
Don′t you pay no mind
To the other crowd
If your Hank and your truck's too loud then

Well, hell yeah, boys
See ya′ll holding down a Friday night
Don't let nobody tell y′all boys
That you're too young for the time of your life
Keep on driving them trucks like you stole 'em
Keep on cracking the tops off the cold ones
Lemme hear your rebel yell, yeah boys
If you ever ask, if I could run it back
Hell yeah boys
Can I get a hell yeah, boys

Keep on burning the back road miles
That you can′t get back
Cuz for ya know it, you′ll be raising one
That's raising that hell yeah boys


Hell yeah, boys
See ya′ll holding down a Friday night
Don't let nobody tell y′all boys
That you're too young for the time of your life
Keep on driving them trucks like you stole ′em
Keep on cracking the tops off the cold ones
Lemme hear your rebel yell, yeah boys
If you ever ask, if I could run it back
Well, hell yeah boys