Raisin' Hell to Rest

Daddy was a trucker and momma was a hippie
Never had a home, born in the windy city
Through the breeze, like a tumbleweed
I just let it take me
Flyin' up the road in a beat-up old Chevy
Cut my teeth, running down a dream learning Tom Petty
Bar queens, smoke rings
Doing anything that gets me to the moon

Raisin' hell, do it my way
It ain't over till you find my body strung out on the highway
White lines
Good times
When the rhythm stops in my chest
That's the only way you can put this raisin' hell to rest

Many men have failed 'cause many men have tried
Never found a cowboy that could saddle up and ride
Take me deep, through the desert
On the border of the middle of the night

Raisin' hell, do it my way
It ain't over till you find my body strung out on the highway
White lines
Good times
When the rhythm stops in my chest
That's the only way you can put this raisin' hell to rest

Finger lickin'
Chicken pickin'
Guitar slingin'
There's no stickin' me in a double-wide
Bitchin' in your kitchen, baby

Raisin' hell, do it my way
It ain't over till you find my body strung out on the highway
White lines
Good times
When the rhythm stops in my chest

Raisin' hell, do it my way
It ain't over till you find my body strung out on the highway
White lines
Good times
When the rhythm stops in my chest
That's the only way you can put this raisin' hell to rest
hoo-hoo
hoo-hoo
hoo-hoo