Lit Lyrics - Trace Adkins

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 (hey hey) 

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 

Everybody (Ha Ha) 

Get lit