In "Hell," HARDY and Blake Shelton celebrate a rowdy country weekend of cold beer, gravel roads, and loud music, knowing Sunday morning means a back-row confession. The chorus turns the word hell from damnation into a toast, a way of squeezing joy from a nowhere town. A hungover exchange between friends keeps the reckoning honest but playful, admitting the party has a price without dampening the fun. The emotional message is that living hard and loving the simple, reckless moments is worth the headache.
Hell Lyrics by HARDY
(Feat. Blake Shelton)
Oh, I punched the clock, I flipped the middle
Turned up a 90s country hammer with a fiddle
I went to pick me up a sixer at the Citgo
Ah, but sitting right beside it was a twelve
Hell
I rolled ’em down, I threw a dip in
I was a freaking bat out of it on a mission
I hit the gravel, spinning, giving every piston
Up in this truck you’d have to kill me to sell
Hell
Good Lord, what a good life
Out here with the mosquitoes
Laid back on the hood like Steve McQueen meets Bo Duke and Bocephus
Whatcha know ’bout Hankin’ ’til the break of dawn?
Whatcha know ’bout smack dab in the middle of nowhere?
Hey y’all, whatcha waiting on?
Bring your hillbilly tailbone
Let’s raise a little hell
Ah, hell
Ah, hell
Come Sunday morning, we’re gonna pay it
We’ll still be back there in the back row saying “Amen”
Heaven knows we backslide sometimes, but the truth is
Just ’cause we gave last night, it don’t mean we’re going to it, hell
Good Lord, what a good life
Out here with the mosquitoes
Laid back on the hood like Steve McQueen meets Bo Duke and Bocephus
Whatcha know ’bout Hankin’ ’til the break of dawn?
Whatcha know ’bout smack dab in the middle of nowhere?
Hey y’all, whatcha waiting on?
Bring your hillbilly tailbone
Let’s raise a little hell
Ah, hell
Hey, what’s wrong, Blake?
Damn, man, I think hell gave it to me last night
Does your head hurt?
Yeah, when I start feelin’ better, your damn head’s gonna hurt too, man
Good Lord, what a good life
Out here with the mosquitoes
Laid back on the hood like Steve McQueen meets Bo Duke and Bocephus
Whatcha know ’bout Hankin’ ’til the break of dawn?
Whatcha know ’bout smack dab in the middle of nowhere?
Hey y’all, whatcha waiting on?
Bring your hillbilly tailbone
Let’s raise a little hell
Ah, hell
Might as well
Yeah, bring your hillbilly tailbone
Let’s raise a little hell, hm
