my heart was just a destinationShe had herself one

1: Blake want to thank the storm that

through the trees and it looks so pretty in

Anyone else would shake my handWish me luck, be proud for

gonna take you for a dateTake you for a

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

don't need another drink of Johnny Walker RedAnd I

1: Blake never thought you'd pick up the phoneIt's

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

ever wondered why country songs say the same old

here to read Blake’s story about his tenth #1 single,

Hollywood BoulevardLooking down, seeing stars90210, Rodeo is RodeoGlad I

Silent night, holy nightAll is calm, all is brightRound yon Virgin

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

daddy, kept a six pack in the fridgeWe thought

thing about dreamersWhen the dream is in their sightsJust

are burning up the forestsDown along the AmazonThere's children

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