me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that

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

played some Stones and Skynyrd songsLast night on the

I'm going to be famous, do I have talent,

have a blue Christmas without youI’ll be so blue thinking

the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is so delightfulAnd

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

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

remember vividly what that vision did to meYou layin'

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

used to call me backwardsLiving out here with the

can taste your kiss on my lipsAnd I'm wrapped

old Buick's like a needle on a compassPointed due

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

Friday night when I see her outEven in a

always been the kind of man who doesn’t believe

1: Blake let go of any chance that you

it a scary thingWhen somebody's time here ends?Layin' flowers

don't like to go out shoppingWe don't care what's