remember where we used to danceOut by the well,

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

forever since I've been goneHaven't held you in so

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

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

Christina 1: Christina shot of whiskey, please, bartenderKeep

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

the Oklahoma shore of that old red riverI stand

house, Empty Rooms, Empty bottle of PetronI need to

put a bullet in my radioSomethin' just hit me

were just some oneSome friend of mine said take

listen to meThis here is how it used to

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

waste your time looking over your shoulderThose loves from

thing about dreamersWhen the dream is in their sightsJust

broke down, Roscoe ran off, I can't quit dippingMy

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

an old route two-laneTaking out past where the radio

don't need no sunny dayShe gonna light the

up the highwayFlorida to TennesseeCuttin' out a path like