me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that

my heart was just a destinationShe had herself one

drove the wheels off a flatbed FordFlies found a

1: Blake want to thank the storm that

easy, easy, easyIt ain't easy, it ain't easyEasy, easy,

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

1: Barbra Streisand & Blake has a way of

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

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

standing in my savior's shadowHe is watching over meI

hey, I'm out here bailing hayAnd all my friends

played some Stones and Skynyrd songsLast night on the

look out across corn rows from a dirt roadBabies

meets her at the front door, he can tell

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

down by the two laneIn the blazing sun or

was a timeI really used to care about what

you and your friends, ten years oldSneakin' beech nut

may come from different placesYet the journey's much the

1: Cam can't stop the way I feelThings you