Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

know nobody's perfect, but everybody isSometimes the hardest work

1: Blake want to thank the storm that

where are you going now?Do you ever really know?Oh

you put two and two togetherYou figure out love's

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

1: Barbra Streisand & Blake has a way of

I'll grab a bottle of PatronWhen I get off

roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your

1: Miranda red wine straight out of a coffee

I've been at work all weekFingers to the bone

the Oklahoma shore of that old red riverI stand

when I look at you, you look through meLike

down the interstateRunning thirty minutes lateSinging Margaritaville and minding

time has no end and if time has no

are burning up the forestsDown along the AmazonThere's children

I love country musicAnd I guess I always willBut

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

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

1: Ian hand lighters, headlight dreamersBackseat players, windshield singersSmall