need no tab, don't need no VISANo bouncer looking

got some Friday jingle jangle in my pocketWhatcha say

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

a picture of you on my dresserAnd it's been

Christina 1: Christina shot of whiskey, please, bartenderKeep

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

were just some oneSome friend of mine said take

when I look at you, you look through meLike

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

by little, now, babeI've come a long, long wayPicking

jars on the dresserFilled with quarters and dollars saving

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

never let me get awayFrom all the memories that

town can get to talkin'Lately they been talkin' 'bout

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

man said, "It's gonna snow"By now I should be used

1: Blake walks into Smokey's one hip at a

wanna thank the storm that brought the snowThanks to

1: moon tang, Kiri want to thank the storm