1: Chris you rise real broke downGot a real

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

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

the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is so delightfulAnd

hey, I'm out here bailing hayAnd all my friends

say you don't know what you were thinkingWell neither

down a dirt roadRebel flag flyingCoon dog in the

remember vividly what that vision did to meYou layin'

used to call me backwardsLiving out here with the

can taste your kiss on my lipsAnd I'm wrapped

listen to meThis here is how it used to

old Buick's like a needle on a compassPointed due

know if I'd seen her comingI'd probably tried to

On a warm summer's evenin'On a train bound for nowhereI met

your life, you say you need a changeDon't all

is a songAbout best Roy was a boy

you want a good timeIf you want a good

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

up the highwayFlorida to TennesseeCuttin' out a path like

1: Blake you'll findThere's only one love, yours and