1: Garth turn that bottle up and drink it,

even trying when I close my eyesI see you

Work, work, work, man that's all I ever doBeen hitting it,

Blake 1: Blake the boys 'round here don't

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

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

been working so hard, I'm punching my cardEight hours

I been thinking 'bout usAnd you know I ain't

the radio on just to hear a voice other

On a warm summer's evenin'On a train bound for nowhereI met

a Mississippi morningMy dad yelled out a warning"Son, you

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

high tech, honky tonk, shotgun weddin'There ain't no tellin' how

catchin' every third wordOf what you're tryin' to tell

1: Gwen always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

1: Joe met Jimmy on a barstoolListenin' to old

Gwen Stefani & Blake if someone comes along and

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

1: Gwen Stefani & Blake it was up to