I ain't never been an angelI ain't never been

I look up from the bottomI still don't see

where are you going now?Do you ever really know?Oh

you're getting over him and I'm getting over herThe

1: Blake sun is setting on your last good

through the trees and it looks so pretty in

would say I'm lyingIf I tried to tell 'em

1: Blake never thought you'd pick up the phoneIt's

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

I'm crazy about fast cars, football and guitarsAll them

always get dolled up for your partyGood thing your

music in the cityAnd lights are on displayThere's a

roadside wildflower if I'd only picked youTook you home

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

jars on the dresserFilled with quarters and dollars saving

here to read Blake’s story about “The brother

brings back an old feelingRunning into you like thisI'm

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

1: Blake always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

up the highwayFlorida to TennesseeCuttin' out a path like