We put the hell in the raising
Country in the station
Good in them ol' Goodyears
Naw, there ain't nothing to it
We don't just do it
Man, we wrote the book around here

You can leave black marks barking down a two-lane
But, man, we did the same thing when it was just dirt
If you wanna put your name on a tank
It'll take a lot of paint
But you're gonna have to cover mine first

And that bonfire spot y'all got
I lit the first log out in that old field
You can be the guy that buys all the shine from me
Hell, I helped build the steel

We put the hell in the raising
Country in the station
Good in them ol' Goodyears
Naw, there ain't nothing to it
We don't just do it
Man, we wrote the book around here

We put the rock in the roll
The roll in the stone
A whole lot of cold in beer
Put the shot in the sign
The all in the night
Yeah, we wrote the book around here

You can talk that talk
'Bout your young buck crew
'Fore you run your mouth
And get knocked out your boots

Every word that you heard about me is damn true
Got the shirt and the tattoo too

We put the hell in the raising
Country in the station
Good in them ol' Goodyears
Naw, there ain't nothing to it
We don't just do it
Man, we wrote the book around here

We put the rock in the roll
The roll in the stone
A whole lot of cold in beer
Put the shot in the sign
The all in the night
Yeah, we wrote the book around here

We put the red in the neck
The back in the forty
Everything in every small town story

We put the hell in the raising
Country in the station
Good in them ol' Goodyears
Naw, there ain't nothing to it
We don't just do it
Man, we wrote the book around here

We put the rock in the roll
The roll in the stone
A whole lot of cold in beer
Put the shot in the sign
The all in the night
Yeah, we wrote the book around here

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Brantley Keith Gilbert, Hunter Phelps, Josh Michael Phillips, William Bradford Jr Weatherly