outside of this one church townThere's a gold dirt

me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that

standing in my savior's shadowHe is watching over meI

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

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

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

voice is like a ghost inside my headYou whisper

1: Dia you forget the reason that you're singingAnd

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

get upYou get coffeeYou get paidYou get offYou get

told me I'd regret itOn the day I left

a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

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

Jordan Matthew my ex's live in TexasAnd Texas is

left without leavin' a numberSaid she needed to clear

always been the kind of man who doesn’t believe

1: Joe met Jimmy on a barstoolListenin' to old

like a good time, looks like a wild rideSat

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