1: John Anderson, Blake Shelton & a man just

a rebelI been known to dance with the devilSo

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

1: Blake looking for the KingThe new MessiahWe're following

hey, I'm out here bailing hayAnd all my friends

here to read Blake’s story about I couldI

I've been at work all weekFingers to the bone

put a bullet in my radioSomethin' just hit me

listen to meThis here is how it used to

told me I'd regret itOn the day I left

meets her at the front door, he can tell

a Mississippi morningMy dad yelled out a warning"Son, you

Bourbon and Coke laughsAt all of my jokes when

hit the ground running with the morning sunWhen a

time has no end and if time has no

high tech, honky tonk, shotgun weddin'There ain't no tellin' how

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

You don't have to pace yourselfIt's probably better if you don'tThere's

1: Blake when I met you there was peace

it a scary thingWhen somebody's time here ends?Layin' flowers