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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lacs
The Lacs
Performer
Murphy Elmore
Murphy Elmore
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Murphy Elmore
Murphy Elmore
Composer
Brian Davis
Brian Davis
Composer
Sam Grayson
Sam Grayson
Composer
Cody Webb
Cody Webb
Composer
Clay Sharpe
Clay Sharpe
Composer
Brian King
Brian King
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Van Etten
Stephen Van Etten
Producer

Lyrics

I hear when you get there You get to see what you did down here And if that's true, I'll tell ya It's gonna be a hell of a highlight reel Full of Friday nights and fast cars Or empty bottles and broken hearts And a few "I'd do it again" scars Yeah, my boys, they always had my back We were drivin' like we stole it, rollin' up six deep Cooler full of cold beer ridin' in a back seat Tail lights gathered 'round a bonfire glow If Mama only knew what Mama didn't know We were Saturday night ten-foot tall bulletproof Sunday mornin' hungover hidin' in a back pew Asking for forgiveness and redemption And prayin' God lets hellraisers in Heaven I hope they let some Lac boys in, yeah It's true we're just a beer drinkin' rebellin' devils I guess all the shedding tears times spent with the Reverend It didn't mean too much to me way back then 'Cause all I wanted to do was sip some Jack with my friends Livin' life in the fast lane, hungover Sunday I'm hopin' that the highway to Hell is not a one way If I pick a path, it's gonna always be the fun way I was kinda hopin' I could kick it with you someday Sometimes I just kick on back and just laugh on how we used to be Raising hell, life's complete, being good refuse to be 'Em hellish and rebellious ways, all I ever do is dream Normal high school kid routines really wouldn't do for me All I can say is we had one hell of a ride We're just some good ole boys that had one hell of a time We didn't always keep it straight, sometimes we'd bail out of line Standing out at Heaven's gate, I hope they let me inside Yeah, we were drivin' like we stole it, rollin' up six deep Cooler full of cold beer ridin' in a back seat Tail lights gathered 'round a bonfire glow If Mama only knew what Mama didn't know We were Saturday night ten-foot tall bulletproof Sunday mornin' hungover hidin' in a back pew Asking for forgiveness and redemption And prayin' God lets hellraisers in Heaven Ain't no doubt, man, we lit this town up 'Cause all them stories, they're still all about us Some labels you can't outrun We can't live it down, but we sure lived it up We were drivin' like we stole it, rollin' up six deep Cooler full of cold beer ridin' in a back seat Tail lights gathered 'round a bonfire glow If Mama only knew what Mama didn't know We were Saturday night ten-foot tall bulletproof Sunday mornin' hungover hidin' in a back pew Asking for forgiveness and redemption And thankin' God He lets hellraisers in Heaven Hellraisers in Heaven, mmm
Writer(s): Brian Davis, Brian King, Clay Sharpe, Cody Webb, Murphy Elmore, Sam Grayson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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