1: Blake alarm clock is a radio95.5 gets me

a moment in this journey that I gave upMy

Work, work, work, man that's all I ever doBeen hitting it,

1: Shakira, Blake Shelton, I feel like I'm losing

man said, "It's gonna snow"By now I should be used

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

says she hates to sleep alone but she'll do

turn like my memoriesAnd the head-lights shine like my

Diesel Power cap pulled down lowMaking that bacon, row

listen to meThis here is how it used to

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

told me I'd regret itOn the day I left

a good day, when I think about herI only cry

are burning up the forestsDown along the AmazonThere's children

a house that's a little run downThis city aren’t

1: Post hours got me goin' out my mindDallas

generations from a dirt road corn cropBoots ain't never

said we were way too youngWhen the drinks were

1: Blake walks into Smokey's one hip at a

1: Blake got a stereo stuck in the '80sStill