even trying when I close my eyesI see you

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

I'm the guy with the boys, kicking it backOr

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

would say I'm lyingIf I tried to tell 'em

1: Blake never thought you'd pick up the phoneIt's

it must've been 100 in that summer sunAnd I've

been working so hard, I'm punching my cardEight hours

1: Miranda red wine straight out of a coffee

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

waste your time looking over your shoulderThose loves from

down the interstateRunning thirty minutes lateSinging Margaritaville and minding

was a timeI really used to care about what

got good heartsWith the burning desire to work hardThey

God bless and keep you alwaysMay your wishes all

1: Blake always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

on a plane, I'm at a barAnd I'm just

night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam

on the house top reindeers pawsOut jumps good old

1: Carter wanna thank the storm that brought