1: John Anderson, Blake Shelton & a man just

me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that

Work, work, work, man that's all I ever doBeen hitting it,

never liked the taste of whiskey til I kissed

1: Shakira, Blake Shelton, I feel like I'm losing

red, red, red, red, red, red, red, 1:

picked up the phoneShe said hey it's meI know

high heels with that sun dressTurquoise heart hanging

Blake Christmas dayWill come and go awayI got so

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

can taste your kiss on my lipsAnd I'm wrapped

I've been thinking 'bout it and it's been too

There's a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old pickup

meets her at the front door, he can tell

know if I'd seen her comingI'd probably tried to

the radio on just to hear a voice other

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

may come from different placesYet the journey's much the

1: Toneisha you wake up and don't wanna smileIf

1: Gwen Stefani & Blake it was up to