1: Garth turn that bottle up and drink it,

even trying when I close my eyesI see you

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

ever wondered why country songs say the same old

Let's have an oh oh oh-oh-Oklahoma ChristmasWe'll have an old-fashioned two-stepping

roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your

hey, I'm out here bailing hayAnd all my friends

says she hates to sleep alone but she'll do

played some Stones and Skynyrd songsLast night on the

always get dolled up for your partyGood thing your

old Buick's like a needle on a compassPointed due

Bourbon and Coke laughsAt all of my jokes when

left without leaving a numberSaid, she needed to clear

never let me get awayFrom all the memories that

1: Brantley number three is just a number and

Gwen Stefani & Blake if someone comes along and

generations from a dirt road corn cropBoots ain't never

don't need no sunny dayShe gonna light the

She's faced the hardest times you could imagineAnd many times her

1: moon tang, Kiri want to thank the storm