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

1: Garth turn that bottle up and drink it,

drove the wheels off a flatbed FordFlies found a

Work, work, work, man that's all I ever doBeen hitting it,

ever wondered why country songs say the same old

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

standing in my savior's shadowHe is watching over meI

roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your

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

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

know if I'd seen her comingI'd probably tried to

baby, babyHe's got you crying againBaby, baby, babyHe's got you

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

sun has opened up my eyesAnd I don't want

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

got good heartsWith the burning desire to work hardThey

1: Michael Buble & Blake summer day has come

1: Blake when I met you there was peace

I remember thinking, "I wonder what she's havingIs she a Corona

said we were way too youngWhen the drinks were