Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

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

it's high time I tell yaNo more messin' aroundTime

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

here to read Blake’s story behind “Sure Be Cool If

I'm crazy about fast cars, football and guitarsAll them

1: Miranda red wine straight out of a coffee

girl, hey, where you goin'?Come back and sit back

by lady RolexBody by Bow flexHair by Hollywood salonBag

up, put your clothes on, babyCome on, let's do

used to call me backwardsLiving out here with the

I've been thinking 'bout it and it's been too

here to read Blake’s story about “The brother

are burning up the forestsDown along the AmazonThere's children

left without leavin' a numberSaid she needed to clear

ain't ever worn a haloDon't suppose I ever

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

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

holed up on this interstateTraffic jam, here I waitThe

night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam