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

bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rockJingle bells swing and

house, Empty Rooms, Empty bottle of PetronI need to

here to read Blake’s story about working with Thomas Rhett

put a bullet in my radioSomethin' just hit me

can't have this conversationWithout lots of reservations on the

left without leavin' a numberSaid she needed to clear

may come from different placesYet the journey's much the

(Intro)Elvira, ElviraMy heart's on fire, for Elvira(Verse 1)Brother BlakeEyes that look

1: Gwen always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

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

Don't you feel it growin', day by dayPeople gettin' ready for

I met you 'fore anyone knew my namePlayin' for

cup martinisSecond one's a freebieHappy Friday afternoonThat neon sun's

me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that

cut me loose and caught herself a somewhere windI

"Chevrolet". That's what the faded letters used to sayOn the chain

night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam

Blake let off the clutch real easy, easyThree,

1: moon tang, Kiri want to thank the storm