my heart was just a destinationShe had herself one

1: Blake alarm clock is a radio95.5 gets me

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

Trace Adkins & Blake Shelton & if I was

oh my, you're so good-lookingHold yourself together like a

played some Stones and Skynyrd songsLast night on the

knew the moment that you walked inYou were looking

1: Blake the moon just came over the tree

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

ought to be a town somewhereNamed for how I

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

by little, now, babeI've come a long, long wayPicking

a good day, when I think about herI only cry

down the interstateRunning thirty minutes lateSinging Margaritaville and minding

was a timeI really used to care about what

You don't have to pace yourselfIt's probably better if you don'tThere's

1: Blake always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

1: Gwen ain't a candleIt doesn't burn for one

man said, "It's gonna snow"By now I should be used

me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that