I always had a pretty good knack for raising hell.
My advice to the women of America is to raise more hell and fewer dahlias
Growing up, I probably raised a bit more hell than I should have.
Raise hell - big time. I want y'all to get out there and raise hell about damned near everything. My word, there's a world out there that needs fixing. Get out there and get after it.
Sonny Boy Williamson (II) was a beautiful guy, a straight guy... (but) he was always raising hell one way or another, so you never could tell if he was drunk or sober.
More than my political affiliation, I consider myself a hellraising humanitarian. Hell raising in the sense that I don't just go along to get along.
Mama gave birth to a hell raising heavenly son. See the doctor tried to smack me, but I smacked him back.
June 16, 1971, mama gave birth to a Hell rasing heavenly son.
I have undeniable evidence that many have awakened as a result of my raising hell. Raising hell is SO American rock-and-roll. And of course even soulless wimps love killer music and my incredible guitar tone.
My advice to the women of America is to raise more hell and fewer dahlias.
Errol Flynn and I are the only ones left who do any good old hell raising.
Drinking in a honky tonk, just kicking hippies asses and raising hell.
