my heart was just a destinationShe had herself one

got some Friday jingle jangle in my pocketWhatcha say

a rebelI been known to dance with the devilSo

something 'bout yesterdayHow fast it all flies awayI don't

just dropped off the face of the EarthWorld just

here to read how Blake’s favorite bar inspired “Neon

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

have a blue Christmas without youI’ll be so blue thinking

get upYou get coffeeYou get paidYou get offYou get

house, Empty Rooms, Empty bottle of PetronI need to

old Buick's like a needle on a compassPointed due

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

daddy, kept a six pack in the fridgeWe thought

jars on the dresserFilled with quarters and dollars saving

always been the kind of man who doesn’t believe

holed up on this interstateTraffic jam, here I waitThe

My mother’s biscuits melt in your mouthAnd my daddy he is

man said, "It's gonna snow"By now I should be used

don't like to go out shoppingWe don't care what's

1: Carter wanna thank the storm that brought