easy, easy, easyIt ain't easy, it ain't easyEasy, easy,

say that we can be friends, but, hey, let's

knew the moment that you walked inYou were looking

voice is like a ghost inside my headYou whisper

AboardIt was a big night in December, Chattanooga TennesseeAll

so many things we can do this ChristmasJust once I

1: Blake looking for the KingThe new MessiahWe're following

been a walking heartacheI've made a mess of meThe

turn like my memoriesAnd the head-lights shine like my

a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane

the radio on just to hear a voice other

thing about dreamersWhen the dream is in their sightsJust

of the nightMoving on the groundLike silent cloudsThey follow

are burning up the forestsDown along the AmazonThere's children

a house that's a little run downThis city aren’t

1: Miranda Lambert, Blake beautiful for spacious skiesFor amber

1: Ian hand lighters, headlight dreamersBackseat players, windshield singersSmall

1: Joe met Jimmy on a barstoolListenin' to old

Don't you feel it growin', day by dayPeople gettin' ready for

like a good time, looks like a wild rideSat