Lyrics Cooler-N-Hell - Ray Wylie Hubbard

Cooler-N-Hell

A sixty-eight Camaro, Candy Apple Red
Four speed transmission, chrome heads
Rev her up, and she casts a spell
Some things here under heaven are just cooler-n-hell
A pack of Chesterfields, sunglasses and a suit
A half pint of gin and a gold tooth
Lightnin' Hopkins and a penatonic scale
Some things here under heaven are just cooler-n-hell
A blonde telecaster, 1955
Dyna Comp pedal and a beer bottle for a slide
A black face twin, with JBLs
Some things here under heaven are just cooler-n-hell
Black mascara, Loreal on her lips
A tribal tattoo just above her hips
A honky-tonkin' woman who wears her ink well
Some things here under heaven are just cooler-n-hell
Yeah, some of this stuff down here is just cooler-n-hell