Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

1: Blake Shelton, Blake Shelton & Gwen have to

need no tab, don't need no VISANo bouncer looking

a rebelI been known to dance with the devilSo

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

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

are you now?Who's holding you now?When your world stands

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

here to read Blake’s story behind “Sure Be Cool If

Blake Christmas dayWill come and go awayI got so

so many things we can do this ChristmasJust once I

I've been at work all weekFingers to the bone

a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane

was a timeI really used to care about what

may come from different placesYet the journey's much the

1: Ian hand lighters, headlight dreamersBackseat players, windshield singersSmall

My mother’s biscuits melt in your mouthAnd my daddy he is

cup martinisSecond one's a freebieHappy Friday afternoonThat neon sun's

cut me loose and caught herself a somewhere windI

dollar beers are worth every centSplitting the rent, you