Trace Adkins - Lit lyrics

Lucky strike and a honkey tonk Chicken fryin' on a chicken bone Tennessee moonshiner Cookin' that copper line Granny drunk playin' Bingo Yellin' out B-99 Talkin' 'bout lit Fire up that stogy when the deal is done Short fuse, black cat, everybody run Linebacker when they bring the house Layin' that shoulder to ya Frat row when the tide rolls Down in Tuscaloosa Slide on over Move a little closer With that four alarm fire engine red on your lips So hot you got me smokin' Girl you got it goin' On, you the only one With a kiss that gets me lit Grandpa fishin' with dynamite Tree too dry with the Christmas lights A little Sunday morning brimstone From a pentecostal pastor Keith Richards stoned on Rock and Roll Tearin' up that Telecaster Slide on over Move a little closer With that four alarm fire engine red on your lips So hot you got me smokin' Girl you got it goin' On, you the only one With a kiss that gets me lit You turn me on everytime I'm next to you Can't nobody light me up quite like you do Slide on over Move a little closer With that four alarm fire engine red on your lips So hot you got me smokin' Girl you got it goin' On, you the only one With a kiss that gets me lit Lucky strike and a honkey tonk (Granny drunk playin' Bingo, yellin' out) Chicken fryin' on a chicken bone (Keith Richards stoned on Rock and Roll) Grandpa fishin' with dynamite (Frat row when the tide rolls) Tree too dry with the Christmas lights (Yellin' out B-99) Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout lit Hey, everybody get lit Come on, let's get lit Get lit