Lucero - Raising Hell Lyrics

Raising Hell Song Lyrics
Raising Hell by Lucero 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 theres 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 sh*t
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
Lets to hit the ground and run
And my little brother's raising hell
Living down in Texas
Thats right