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

1: Blake sun is setting on your last good

a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girlsChildren of the

I'll grab a bottle of PatronWhen I get off

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

- Ashley Monroe, Blake Shelton, ain't DollyAnd you ain't

roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your

music in the cityAnd lights are on displayThere's a

roadside wildflower if I'd only picked youTook you home

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

know if I'd seen her comingI'd probably tried to

baby, babyHe's got you crying againBaby, baby, babyHe's got you

my heaven there aren’t no lawyersDon't need names on

are burning up the forestsDown along the AmazonThere's children

never let me get awayFrom all the memories that

1: Miranda Lambert, Blake beautiful for spacious skiesFor amber

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

1: Blake let go of any chance that you

day shy of 8 years old, grandma passed awayI

I won't back downNo, I won't back downYou can