even trying when I close my eyesI see you

my heart was just a destinationShe had herself one

1: Blake sun is setting on your last good

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rockJingle bells swing and

roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your

dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

been working so hard, I'm punching my cardEight hours

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

remember vividly what that vision did to meYou layin'

old Buick's like a needle on a compassPointed due

a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old

sun has opened up my eyesAnd I don't want

down by the two laneIn the blazing sun or

got good heartsWith the burning desire to work hardThey

1: Blake Shelton & up the truck, ice up

1: Blake here, I'm just a feather in the

heard your sad song on the radio playingYou found

cup martinisSecond one's a freebieHappy Friday afternoonThat neon sun's

1: Carter wanna thank the storm that brought