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  • Well, Daisy Duke, peek-a-boo
    I might've learned a thing or two
    On a Friday night joy ride
    Out there on the county line
    Drag racing 'til the blue lights chase us
    And we scatter like sparks from a Black Cat fuse
    Train bridge where we spray-paint Skynard
    And the gold flakes glimmer in the cinnamon booze
    We were living every minute of the night
    Like there might never be another
    We were running all the caution lights
    We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
    If there was something to burn, we were burning it
    Anything with a curve, we were turning it
    Just wildfires out there under
    The hell raisin' heat of the summer
    Alabama on the alpine
    Bust a cap on a deer sign
    A little back seat butterfly
    Homegrown angel that'll get you high
    We were living every minute of the night
    Like there might never be another
    We were running all the caution lights
    We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
    If there was something to burn, we were burning it
    Anything with a curve, we were turning it
    Just wildfires out there under
    The hell raisin' heat of the summer
    Yeah I see it clearer in the rear view mirror
    Then I ever did looking out over the hood
    Yeah man we had some damn good times
    And I sure hope everybody's doing good
    We were living every minute of the night
    Like there might never be another
    We were running all the caution lights
    We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
    If there was something to burn, we were burning it
    Anything with a curve, we were turning it
    Just wildfires out there under
    The hell raisin' heat of the summer
    The hell raisin' heat of the summer
    The hell raisin' heat of the summer
  • [00:14.66] Well, Daisy Duke, peek-a-boo
    [00:18.64] I might've learned a thing or two
    [00:22.34] On a Friday night joy ride
    [00:26.28] Out there on the county line
    [00:29.42] Drag racing 'til the blue lights chase us
    [00:32.17] And we scatter like sparks from a Black Cat fuse
    [00:36.59] Train bridge where we spray-paint Skynard
    [00:39.35] And the gold flakes glimmer in the cinnamon booze
    [00:43.78] We were living every minute of the night
    [00:47.53] Like there might never be another
    [00:51.08] We were running all the caution lights
    [00:54.05] We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
    [00:58.39] If there was something to burn, we were burning it
    [01:01.88] Anything with a curve, we were turning it
    [01:05.75] Just wildfires out there under
    [01:09.04] The hell raisin' heat of the summer
    [01:19.95] Alabama on the alpine
    [01:23.61] Bust a cap on a deer sign
    [01:27.06] A little back seat butterfly
    [01:30.44] Homegrown angel that'll get you high
    [01:38.07] We were living every minute of the night
    [01:41.44] Like there might never be another
    [01:45.28] We were running all the caution lights
    [01:47.96] We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
    [01:52.43] If there was something to burn, we were burning it
    [01:55.86] Anything with a curve, we were turning it
    [01:59.73] Just wildfires out there under
    [02:03.21] The hell raisin' heat of the summer
    [02:20.41] Yeah I see it clearer in the rear view mirror
    [02:24.06] Then I ever did looking out over the hood
    [02:28.16] Yeah man we had some damn good times
    [02:31.28] And I sure hope everybody's doing good
    [02:35.76] We were living every minute of the night
    [02:39.28] Like there might never be another
    [02:42.99] We were running all the caution lights
    [02:45.96] We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
    [02:50.17] If there was something to burn, we were burning it
    [02:53.72] Anything with a curve, we were turning it
    [02:57.34] Just wildfires out there under
    [03:00.97] The hell raisin' heat of the summer
    [03:08.13] The hell raisin' heat of the summer
    [03:15.39] The hell raisin' heat of the summer