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

1: Barbra Streisand & Blake has a way of

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

been working so hard, I'm punching my cardEight hours

here to read Blake’s story about I couldI

the Oklahoma shore of that old red riverI stand

ought to be a town somewhereNamed for how I

was sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a regular

sun has opened up my eyesAnd I don't want

I was a cloud, I'd make baby raindropsAnd they'd

are burning up the forestsDown along the AmazonThere's children

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

got good heartsWith the burning desire to work hardThey

Some nights, it's whiskeySipping on a strong fifth of fix meSinging

you want a good timeIf you want a good

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

on a plane, I'm at a barAnd I'm just

we're just gonnaPull up a stool, act like a

an old route two-laneTaking out past where the radio

Redneck girl likes to cruise in daddy's pickup truckAnd a redneck