Raisin' Hell

Well Mama she's a good ole Southern Baptist Raisin' me to be a man of the masses But I've been leavin' home and carryin' on Drink 'til I drop Snow to keep goin' I reached the end of my rope this morning So I guess that I'll keep goin' And oh, I've been told It'll bite me in the end This hard way of livin' ain't cut out for a family man But the beer is cold and the whisky's strong So I guess I'll keep drinkin' No I can't get to Heaven I like raisin' Hell instead Well the preacher told me I lost my mind But in the meantime he's been gettin' by Stealin' pills from the dyin' ladies he's savin' Well if it's fine by him then let me be I ain't harmin' no other soul but me I just hope that I make it home this time And oh, I've been told It'll bite me in the end This hard way of livin' ain't cut out for a family man But the beer is cold and the whisky's strong So I guess I'll keep drinkin' No I can't get to Heaven I like raisin' Hell instead (Come on, Noah!) And oh, I've been told It'll bite me in the end This hard way of livin' ain't cut out for a family man But the beer is cold and the whisky's strong So I guess I'll keep drinkin' No I can't get to Heaven I like raisin' Hell instead No I can't get to Heaven I like raisin' Hell instead No I can't get to Heaven I like raisin' Hell instead --- Raisin' Hell - Nic Allen & the Troubled Minds