Lucero - Raising Hell lyrics

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And so my little brother is raising hell

Living down in Texas

Probably he went to jail

From the stories that he tells us

Of whiskey nights and rodeos

The strippers down in Austin

He's had himself some real good times

And if he could just recall them

And there’s money's running low and there's a job in his future

And it's looking like his rambling days are done

And now's he's sizing up his choices and a job just ain't one

He'll know which way to run

As for you and winter it may be cold

But that don't stop the rain

The holes up in your roof

Make keeping dry a losing game

And he stairwell's always wet

But what really matter

Tears will dry up in your crying eyes

Now that boy, he's coming home

But that just ain't that good for you

Starting in then long ago

You know that much is true

And dry your eyes

And say goodbye

Because he just ain't the one

Decide which way to run

As for me, the same old shit

Is putting me on down

I never been quite able

To pick myself up off the ground

Always got big plans, always never works

And i swear they'll pay off

If my love don't get out first

Well here I am again

I don't know if I'm right

But I can tell you that I'm having fun

Oh I give him one more shot

Because the race, it ain't quite done

I hit the ground and run

Gonna to hit the ground and run

Gonna decide which way to run

Let’s to hit the ground and run

And my little brother's raising hell

Living down in Texas

That’s right