There's a child for every dollBut I guess that’s not quite

kisses taste like whiskeyBurning through my veinsShe don't know

Anyone else would shake my handWish me luck, be proud for

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

here to read how Blake’s favorite bar inspired “Neon

man said, "It's gonna snow"By now I should be used

(Ashley china stacked by the kitchen sinkAunt Tammy's in

is growin' like a vineStranglin' my heartWhen I think

knew the moment that you walked inYou were looking

you somethin' you can do with your handsMakes you

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

a good day, when I think about herI only cry

jars on the dresserFilled with quarters and dollars saving

I caught my wife with another manAnd it cost

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

1: Gwen always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

1: Brantley number three is just a number and

1: Michael Buble & Blake summer day has come

1: Joe met Jimmy on a barstoolListenin' to old

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