outside of this one church townThere's a gold dirt

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

just dropped off the face of the EarthWorld just

1: Blake never thought you'd pick up the phoneIt's

a picture of you on my dresserAnd it's been

I'll grab a bottle of PatronWhen I get off

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

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

I've been at work all weekFingers to the bone

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

oh my, you're so good-lookingHold yourself together like a

roadside wildflower if I'd only picked youTook you home

ought to be a town somewhereNamed for how I

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

here to read Blake’s story about “The brother

Some nights, it's whiskeySipping on a strong fifth of fix meSinging

God bless and keep you alwaysMay your wishes all

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

don't like to go out shoppingWe don't care what's

Right time, the right placeThe right body, the right faceTimber I'm