get on that horse, you better ride (Pa' arriba)We

1: Garth turn that bottle up and drink it,

something 'bout yesterdayHow fast it all flies awayI don't

never liked the taste of whiskey til I kissed

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

I've been at work all weekFingers to the bone

here to read Blake’s story about working with Thomas Rhett

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

she was... laughin', talkin', window shopping with a new

sun has opened up my eyesAnd I don't want

of the nightMoving on the groundLike silent cloudsThey follow

I die, I wanna come back as a country boyNo,

may come from different placesYet the journey's much the

God bless and keep you alwaysMay your wishes all

you want a good timeIf you want a good

tell it on the mountainOver the hills and everywhereGo, tell

town can get to talkin'Lately they been talkin' 'bout

generations from a dirt road corn cropBoots ain't never

1: Carter wanna thank the storm that brought