kisses taste like whiskeyBurning through my veinsShe don't know

1: Blake sun is setting on your last good

through the trees and it looks so pretty in

Anyone else would shake my handWish me luck, be proud for

don't need another drink of Johnny Walker RedAnd I

picked up the phoneShe said hey it's meI know

I'll grab a bottle of PatronWhen I get off

have a blue Christmas without youI’ll be so blue thinking

been working so hard, I'm punching my cardEight hours

get upYou get coffeeYou get paidYou get offYou get

here to read Blake’s story about I couldI

I've been at work all weekFingers to the bone

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

your life, you say you need a changeDon't all

waste your time looking over your shoulderThose loves from

I was a cloud, I'd make baby raindropsAnd they'd

I coulda met you youngerGot a jump on callin'

1: Miranda Lambert, Blake beautiful for spacious skiesFor amber

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

knows ya gotta let 'em goAnd they kinda roll by