know nobody's perfect, but everybody isSometimes the hardest work

a rebelI been known to dance with the devilSo

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

don't need another drink of Johnny Walker RedAnd I

ever wondered why country songs say the same old

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

have a blue Christmas without youI’ll be so blue thinking

get upYou get coffeeYou get paidYou get offYou get

house, Empty Rooms, Empty bottle of PetronI need to

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

used to call me backwardsLiving out here with the

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

I caught my wife with another manAnd it cost

I coulda met you youngerGot a jump on callin'

got good heartsWith the burning desire to work hardThey

1: Blake when I met you there was peace

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

1: Blake got a stereo stuck in the '80sStill

someone comes along and tries to love you like i

on the house top reindeers pawsOut jumps good old