Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

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

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

never liked the taste of whiskey til I kissed

here to read about the first time Blake drank

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rockJingle bells swing and

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

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

2AMAnd this old bar is closingHe knows the partnersHave

a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old

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

1: Ian hand lighters, headlight dreamersBackseat players, windshield singersSmall

1: Blake when I met you there was peace

1: Post hours got me goin' out my mindDallas

night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam

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

1: Blake walks into Smokey's one hip at a

up the highwayFlorida to TennesseeCuttin' out a path like

someone comes along and tries to love you like i