rubber rent checks, livin' on RamenChappin' our ass 'cause

1: Blake sun is setting on your last good

standing in my savior's shadowHe is watching over meI

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

would say I'm lyingIf I tried to tell 'em

Blake 1: Blake the boys 'round here don't

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

- Ashley Monroe, Blake Shelton, ain't DollyAnd you ain't

knew the moment that you walked inYou were looking

it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New

here to read Blake’s story about working with Thomas Rhett

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

meets her at the front door, he can tell

a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old

catchin' every third wordOf what you're tryin' to tell

1: Gwen always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

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

I met you 'fore anyone knew my namePlaying for

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

always said we wish we'd metLong before we finally