Made out on the roof of that old pawn shop
Called dibs on that wrap around on that hilltop
Every other mile's a slow memory lane here
That's why I'm movin' on, slower than the train here

I saw her kissin' him but she's still rockin' my ballcap
Lit a match and dropped it on the whole map

She's got my little piece of Heaven feelin' like I need to leave it
Takin' all my down home and burnin' it to pieces
Hot little shotgun angel, thought she would always be here
It's killin' me, yeah
I can't go to the bar, can't go to the church
Can't ride down none of our roads that are covered in dirt
'Cause they're covered in her
Yeah, she's turnin' my little piece of Heaven into Hell on Earth

You can't hide from the grapevine in our town
She's stompin' on my heart, on my stompin' grounds
So I got another round, turnin' it up
'Cause she's downtown burnin' it up

She's got my little piece of Heaven feelin' like I need to leave it
Takin' all my down home and burnin' it to pieces
Hot little shotgun angel, thought she would always be here
It's killin' me, yeah
I can't go to the bar, can't go to the church
Can't ride down none of our roads that are covered in dirt
'Cause they're covered in her
Yeah, she's turnin' my little piece of Heaven into Hell on Earth

Hell on Earth

I saw her kissin' him but she's still rockin' my ballcap
Lit a match and dropped it on the whole map

She's got my little piece of Heaven feelin' like I need to leave it
Takin' all my down home and burnin' it to pieces
Hot little shotgun angel thought she would always be here
It's killin' me, yeah
I can't go to the bar, can't go to the church
Can't ride down none of our roads that are covered in dirt
'Cause they're covered in her
Yeah, she's turnin' my little piece of Heaven into Hell on Earth

Yeah, it's Hell on Earth
She's turnin' my little piece of Heaven into Hell on Earth

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brantley Keith Gilbert, Cole Taylor, Greylan Egan James, Robert Brock Berryhill, Taylor Delmar Phillips