outside of this one church townThere's a gold dirt

got some Friday jingle jangle in my pocketWhatcha say

picked up the phoneShe said hey it's meI know

always get dolled up for your partyGood thing your

I'm going to be famous, do I have talent,

Blake Christmas dayWill come and go awayI got so

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

down a dirt roadRebel flag flyingCoon dog in the

put a bullet in my radioSomethin' just hit me

roadside wildflower if I'd only picked youTook you home

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

told me I'd regret itOn the day I left

a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old

by little, now, babeI've come a long, long wayPicking

are burning up the forestsDown along the AmazonThere's children

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

God bless and keep you alwaysMay your wishes all

don't need no sunny dayShe gonna light the

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

Blake let off the clutch real easy, easyThree,