it's high time I tell yaNo more messin' aroundTime

easy, easy, easyIt ain't easy, it ain't easyEasy, easy,

never liked the taste of whiskey til I kissed

lie awake at night and all I do is

likes it when I call in sick to workSpend

high heels with that sun dressTurquoise heart hanging

bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rockJingle bells swing and

Trace Adkins & Blake Shelton & if I was

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

baby I just asked your daddyIf I could take

oh my, you're so good-lookingHold yourself together like a

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

knew the moment that you walked inYou were looking

1: Blake the moon just came over the tree

1: Brad Paisley, Keith Urban, Tim McGraw & Faith

left without leavin' a numberSaid she needed to clear

1: Blake Shelton & up the truck, ice up

holed up on this interstateTraffic jam, here I waitThe

"Chevrolet". That's what the faded letters used to sayOn the chain

knows ya gotta let 'em goAnd they kinda roll by