There's a child for every dollBut I guess that’s not quite

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

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

a picture of you on my dresserAnd it's been

AboardIt was a big night in December, Chattanooga TennesseeAll

1: Blake looking for the KingThe new MessiahWe're following

got her new jeans onLooking so right it’s wrongUmmm

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

a good day, when I think about herI only cry

here to read Blake’s story about “The brother

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

1: Blake let go of any chance that you

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

1: Michael Buble & Blake summer day has come

I won't back downNo, I won't back downYou can

an old route two-laneTaking out past where the radio

"Chevrolet". That's what the faded letters used to sayOn the chain

Right time, the right placeThe right body, the right faceTimber I'm

always said we wish we'd metLong before we finally