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

never liked the taste of whiskey til I kissed

1: Shakira, Blake Shelton, I feel like I'm losing

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

I'm going to be famous, do I have talent,

the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is so delightfulAnd

so many things we can do this ChristmasJust once I

been a walking heartacheI've made a mess of meThe

you somethin' you can do with your handsMakes you

a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane

the radio on just to hear a voice other

waste your time looking over your shoulderThose loves from

here to read Blake’s story about “The brother

You don't have to pace yourselfIt's probably better if you don'tThere's

1: Blake Shelton & up the truck, ice up

1: Blake let go of any chance that you

1: Brantley number three is just a number and

day shy of 8 years old, grandma passed awayI

My mother’s biscuits melt in your mouthAnd my daddy he is

1: Blake got a stereo stuck in the '80sStill