Written by Parker Francis, Mason Douglas & Tedd Swormstedt
Dust cloud coming full of son of a guns
And a couple kegs sitting on ice
Singing hey diddle diddle got a song with a fiddle
And a guitar pickin all night
There’s a brand new to town girl coming unwound and
Everybody wanna know her name
Another green light goin’ with the sun sinking lower and we’re out here raisin’ cain
Gettin loud gettin rowdy
Yeah that’s just what we do
It’s going down, the whole county’s
Out here howling at the moon
Singing hell yeah, wild side running thru our veins
Making headline news, man, they turned us loose
And now we’re out here raising cain
Turn it on up yeah, sling a little mud yeah, going for a midnight ride
Woods getting lit by a spiral whip on a neon side by side
Copenhagen in your lip fine girl on your hip she ain’t looking for a new last name
Nobody holding no grudges throwing no punches cuttin up raising cain
Gettin loud gettin rowdy
Yeah that’s just what we do
It’s going down, the whole county’s
Out here howling at the moon
Singing hell yeah, wild side running thru our veins
Making headline news, man, they turned us loose
And now we’re…out here raising cain
If you wanna kick back, and slow sip a cab, there’s a wine bar down on Main
Or you can take your best shot, get a little lost, if you wanna to find us…you can find us
Gettin loud gettin rowdy
Yeah that’s just what we do
It’s going down, the whole county’s
Out here howling at the moon
Singing hell yeah, wild side running thru our veins
Making headline news, man, they turned us loose
And now we’re…out here raising cain
