Raising Hell
By Lucero
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
8/2/2009


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Well my little brother's raising hell living down in Texas
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He probably ought to be in jail from the stories that he tells us
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Of whiskey nights and rodeos, the strippers down in Austin
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He's had himself some real good times if he could just recall them


Now his money's running out and there's a job in his future
It's looking like his rambling days are done
So 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
The stairwell's always wet but your wondering if 
My tears will dry up in your crying eyes


Now your 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
So dry your eyes and say goodbye because he just ain't the one 
Decide which way to run, gonna to decide which way to run


As for me, the same old s**t is putting me on down
I never been quite able to pick myself up off the ground
Always got big plans but they're always in the works
And I swear they'll pay off if my love don't give 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 
So I give him one more shot because this race, it ain't quite done 
I hit the ground and run
gonna hit the ground 
gonna decide which way to run
gonna to hit the ground and run

And my little brother's raising hell living down in Texas