Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

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

drove the wheels off a flatbed FordFlies found a

1: Blake sun is setting on your last good

likes it when I call in sick to workSpend

standing in my savior's shadowHe is watching over meI

(Ashley china stacked by the kitchen sinkAunt Tammy's in

the Oklahoma shore of that old red riverI stand

turn like my memoriesAnd the head-lights shine like my

ought to be a town somewhereNamed for how I

was sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a regular

a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old

down the interstateRunning thirty minutes lateSinging Margaritaville and minding

sun has opened up my eyesAnd I don't want

jars on the dresserFilled with quarters and dollars saving

broke down, Roscoe ran off, I can't quit dippingMy

1: Toneisha you wake up and don't wanna smileIf

always been the kind of man who doesn’t believe

heard your sad song on the radio playingYou found

1: Cam can't stop the way I feelThings you