I ain't never been an angelI ain't never been

keys are still hanging in the front doorYou're hanging

I look up from the bottomI still don't see

1: Blake sun is setting on your last good

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

roasting on an open fireJack Frost nipping at your

by lady RolexBody by Bow flexHair by Hollywood salonBag

always get dolled up for your partyGood thing your

summer day has come and gone away in Paris

she was... laughin', talkin', window shopping with a new

meets her at the front door, he can tell

waste your time looking over your shoulderThose loves from

daddy, kept a six pack in the fridgeWe thought

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

I can’t see in this darknessSo in need of forgivenessBefore all

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

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

may come from different placesYet the journey's much the

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

1: Post hours got me goin' out my mindDallas