Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

1: Blake Shelton, Blake Shelton & Gwen have to

kisses taste like whiskeyBurning through my veinsShe don't know

standing in my savior's shadowHe is watching over meI

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

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

it must've been 100 in that summer sunAnd I've

so many things we can do this ChristmasJust once I

Trace Adkins & Blake Shelton & if I was

baby I just asked your daddyIf I could take

was standing there, crying in the kitchenIt's been one

turn like my memoriesAnd the head-lights shine like my

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

meets her at the front door, he can tell

can't have this conversationWithout lots of reservations on the

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

rose out of bed, wipes the sleep out of

broke down, Roscoe ran off, I can't quit dippingMy

"Chevrolet". That's what the faded letters used to sayOn the chain

up the highwayFlorida to TennesseeCuttin' out a path like