Well, Daisy Duke, peek-a-boo
 I might've learned a thing or two
 On a Friday night joy ride
 Out there on the county line
 Drag racing 'til the blue lights chase us
 And we scatter like sparks from a Black Cat fuse
 Train bridge where we spray-paint Skynard
 And the gold flakes glimmer in the cinnamon booze
 We were living every minute of the night
 Like there might never be another
 We were running all the caution lights
 We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
 If there was something to burn, we were burning it
 Anything with a curve, we were turning it
 Just wildfires out there under
 The hell raisin' heat of the summer
 Alabama on the alpine
 Bust a cap on a deer sign
 A little back seat butterfly
 Homegrown angel that'll get you high
 We were living every minute of the night
 Like there might never be another
 We were running all the caution lights
 We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
 If there was something to burn, we were burning it
 Anything with a curve, we were turning it
 Just wildfires out there under
 The hell raisin' heat of the summer
 Yeah I see it clearer in the rear view mirror
 Then I ever did looking out over the hood
 Yeah man we had some damn good times
 And I sure hope everybody's doing good
 We were living every minute of the night
 Like there might never be another
 We were running all the caution lights
 We were learning to fly with a little tail gunner
 If there was something to burn, we were burning it
 Anything with a curve, we were turning it
 Just wildfires out there under
 The hell raisin' heat of the summer
 The hell raisin' heat of the summer
 The hell raisin' heat of the summer