1: Chris you rise real broke downGot a real

rubber rent checks, livin' on RamenChappin' our ass 'cause

were talking on a boardwalkWe were lit up when

just dropped off the face of the EarthWorld just

lie awake at night and all I do is

say that we can be friends, but, hey, let's

red, red, red, red, red, red, red, 1:

here to read Blake’s story about his tenth #1 single,

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

say you don't know what you were thinkingWell neither

baby I just asked your daddyIf I could take

put a bullet in my radioSomethin' just hit me

were just some oneSome friend of mine said take

was sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a regular

a Mississippi morningMy dad yelled out a warning"Son, you

Jordan Matthew my ex's live in TexasAnd Texas is

I coulda met you youngerGot a jump on callin'

holed up on this interstateTraffic jam, here I waitThe

1: Blake let go of any chance that you

1: Blake always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless