side of town on the second floorCouple blocks down

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

1: Barbra Streisand & Blake has a way of

knew the moment that you walked inYou were looking

it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

put a bullet in my radioSomethin' just hit me

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

here to read Blake’s story about “The brother

brings back an old feelingRunning into you like thisI'm

are burning up the forestsDown along the AmazonThere's children

1: Brad Paisley, Keith Urban, Tim McGraw & Faith

rose out of bed, wipes the sleep out of

Man, I've been workin too hardTen hour days and I'm tiredDamn

1: Toneisha you wake up and don't wanna smileIf

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

heard your sad song on the radio playingYou found

an old route two-laneTaking out past where the radio

I remember thinking, "I wonder what she's havingIs she a Corona

1: Blake walks into Smokey's one hip at a