Out on the blacktop, just burning the night,
Got a case of beer and the stars as our light.
We're wild as the wind and full of hot air,
'Cause we're young and we're free, ain't got no time to spare.
The juke joint is hopping, the dance floor is packed,
We're raising that heck, never looking back.
Got boots made for stomping, hearts full of gold,
Living life loud, ain't doing what we're told.
We're young and reckless, raising some hell,
With steel guitars and fiddles, Lord, we know it so well.
No cares in the world, life's an open road,
We'll never get old, no, we'll never get old.
Midnight's our daytime, we sleep with the dawn,
Chasing our dreams with every last song.
Banjos are plucking, the river runs high,
We're the kings and queens of the wild countryside.
Campfires are burning, the moon's our best friend,
We're writing our stories with no clear end.
Whiskey's for sipping, tales for the bold,
Laughing and living, our hearts never cold.
We're young and reckless, raising some hell,
With steel guitars and fiddles, Lord, we know it so well.
No cares in the world, life's an open road,
We'll never get old, no, we'll never get old.
Coleman Rogers Band - Young and Raising Heck Lyrics
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Out on the blacktop, just burning the night,
Got a case of beer and the stars as our light.
We're wild as the wind and full of hot air,
'Cause we're young and we're free, ain't got no time to spare.
The juke joint is hopping, the dance floor is packed,
We're raising that heck, never looking back.
Got boots made for stomping, hearts full of gold,
Living life loud, ain't doing what we're told.
We're young and reckless, raising some hell,
With steel guitars and fiddles, Lord, we know it so well.
No cares in the world, life's an open road,
We'll never get old, no, we'll never get old.
Midnight's our daytime, we sleep with the dawn,
Chasing our dreams with every last song.
Banjos are plucking, the river runs high,
We're the kings and queens of the wild countryside.
Campfires are burning, the moon's our best friend,
We're writing our stories with no clear end.
Whiskey's for sipping, tales for the bold,
Laughing and living, our hearts never cold.
We're young and reckless, raising some hell,
With steel guitars and fiddles, Lord, we know it so well.
No cares in the world, life's an open road,
We'll never get old, no, we'll never get old.
Got a case of beer and the stars as our light.
We're wild as the wind and full of hot air,
'Cause we're young and we're free, ain't got no time to spare.
The juke joint is hopping, the dance floor is packed,
We're raising that heck, never looking back.
Got boots made for stomping, hearts full of gold,
Living life loud, ain't doing what we're told.
We're young and reckless, raising some hell,
With steel guitars and fiddles, Lord, we know it so well.
No cares in the world, life's an open road,
We'll never get old, no, we'll never get old.
Midnight's our daytime, we sleep with the dawn,
Chasing our dreams with every last song.
Banjos are plucking, the river runs high,
We're the kings and queens of the wild countryside.
Campfires are burning, the moon's our best friend,
We're writing our stories with no clear end.
Whiskey's for sipping, tales for the bold,
Laughing and living, our hearts never cold.
We're young and reckless, raising some hell,
With steel guitars and fiddles, Lord, we know it so well.
No cares in the world, life's an open road,
We'll never get old, no, we'll never get old.
Writer: David Samra
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC