Lucero - Raising Hell lyrics

And so my little brother is raising hell Living down in Texas Probably he went to jail From the stories that he tells us Of whiskey nights and rodeos The strippers down in Austin He's had himself some real good times And if he could just recall them And theres money's running low and there's a job in his future And it's looking like his rambling days are done And now's 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 And he stairwell's always wet But what really matter Tears will dry up in your crying eyes Now that 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 And dry your eyes And say goodbye Because he just ain't the one Decide which way to run As for me, the same old sh** Is putting me on down I never been quite able To pick myself up off the ground Always got big plans, always never works And i swear they'll pay off If my love don't get 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 Oh I give him one more shot Because the race, it ain't quite done I hit the ground and run Gonna to hit the ground and run Gonna decide which way to run Lets to hit the ground and run And my little brother's raising hell Living down in Texas Thats right