1: Blake want to thank the storm that

side of town on the second floorCouple blocks down

standing in my savior's shadowHe is watching over meI

forever since I've been goneHaven't held you in so

Blake 1: Blake the boys 'round here don't

likes it when I call in sick to workSpend

every time I turn aroundI see some dude dressed

say you don't know what you were thinkingWell neither

says she hates to sleep alone but she'll do

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

look out across corn rows from a dirt roadBabies

meets her at the front door, he can tell

a Mississippi morningMy dad yelled out a warning"Son, you

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

waste your time looking over your shoulderThose loves from

are burning up the forestsDown along the AmazonThere's children

never let me get awayFrom all the memories that

catchin' every third wordOf what you're tryin' to tell

Have a holly jolly ChristmasIt's the best time of the yearNow

generations from a dirt road corn cropBoots ain't never