1: Chris you rise real broke downGot a real

There's a child for every dollBut I guess that’s not quite

1: Blake never thought you'd pick up the phoneIt's

likes it when I call in sick to workSpend

dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

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

here to read Blake’s story about I couldI

house, Empty Rooms, Empty bottle of PetronI need to

when I look at you, you look through meLike

your life, you say you need a changeDon't all

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

my heaven there aren’t no lawyersDon't need names on

never let me get awayFrom all the memories that

left without leavin' a numberSaid she needed to clear

always been the kind of man who doesn’t believe

1: Brantley number three is just a number and

WooYeah, I always said, "You can sleep when you're dead"Keep the

Well it must've been 100 in that summer sunAnd I've been

dollar beers are worth every centSplitting the rent, you

wanna thank the storm that brought the snowThanks to