Hell Raisin' Heat Of The Summer

Florida Georgia Line

Composición de: Chris Tompkins / Craig Wiseman / Rodney Clawson
tono: Ab Afinación: E A D G B E
Intro: Ab Eb Fm C#sus2

Ab               Eb
Well daisy duke peek-a-boo 
Fm                 C#sus2
I might've learned a thing or two 
Ab                 Eb
On a Friday night joyride 
Fm              C#sus2
Out there on the county line 
Ab                   Eb
Drag racin' 'til the blue lights chase us 
       Fm
And we scattered like sparks from 
C#sus2
A black cat fuse 
Ab                    Eb
Train bridge where we spray paint Skynyrd 
        Fm
And the gold flakes glimmered in the 
C#sus2
Cinnamon booze 


Refrão:
Ab                    C#sus2
We were livin' every minute of the night 
Fm              Eb
Like there might never be another 
Ab                       C#sus2
We were runnin' all the caution lights 
        Fm                    Eb
We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner 
Ab                         Eb
If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it 
Fm             C#sus2
Anything with a curve, we were turnin' it 
Ab              Eb
Just wildfires out there under 
Fm              C#sus2
The hell raisin' heat of the summer 


(Ab Eb Fm C#sus2)
Alabama on the Alpine 
Bust a cap on a deer sign 
Little backseat butterfly 
Home grown angel that'll get you high 

        C#sus2
That'll get you high 


Ab                    C#sus2
We were livin' every minute of the night 
Fm              Eb
Like there might never be another 
Ab                       C#sus2
We were runnin' all the caution lights 
        Fm                    Eb
We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner 
Ab                         Eb
If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it 
Fm             C#sus2
Anything with a curve, we were turnin' it 
Ab              Eb
Just wildfires out there under 
Fm              C#sus2
The hell raisin' heat of the summer 


Solo:
Ab Eb Fm C#sus2

(Ab Eb Fm C#sus2)
Yeah I see it clearer in the rearview mirror
Than I ever did lookin' out over the hood
Yeah man, we had some damn good times
And I sure hope everybody's doin' good

Ab                    C#sus2
We were livin' every minute of the night
Fm              Eb
Like there might never be another
Ab                       C#sus2
We were runnin' all the caution lights
        Fm                    Eb
We were learnin' to fly with a little tail gunner
Ab                         Eb
If there was somethin' to burn, we were burnin' it
Fm             C#sus2
Anything with a curve, we were turnin' it
Ab              Eb
Just wildfires out there under
Fm              C#sus2               Ab
The hell raisin' heat of the summer

Fm                                  Ab
The hell raisin' heat of the summer
Fm                                  C#sus2
The hell raisin' heat of the summer
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