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

my heart was just a destinationShe had herself one

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

red, red, red, red, red, red, red, 1:

voice is like a ghost inside my headYou whisper

always get dolled up for your partyGood thing your

1: Blake man, you've got to watch where you're

down a dirt roadRebel flag flyingCoon dog in the

listen to meThis here is how it used to

told me I'd regret itOn the day I left

jars on the dresserFilled with quarters and dollars saving

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

tell it on the mountainOver the hills and everywhereGo, tell

1: Gwen always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

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

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

an old route two-laneTaking out past where the radio

cut me loose and caught herself a somewhere windI

dollar beers are worth every centSplitting the rent, you

Blake let off the clutch real easy, easyThree,