outside of this one church townThere's a gold dirt

1: Blake Shelton, Blake Shelton & Gwen have to

here to read about the first time Blake drank

high heels with that sun dressTurquoise heart hanging

music in the cityAnd lights are on displayThere's a

you somethin' you can do with your handsMakes you

turn like my memoriesAnd the head-lights shine like my

old Buick's like a needle on a compassPointed due

when I look at you, you look through meLike

a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old

baby, babyHe's got you crying againBaby, baby, babyHe's got you

a good day, when I think about herI only cry

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

Friday night when I see her outEven in a

rose out of bed, wipes the sleep out of

I coulda met you youngerGot a jump on callin'

I met you 'fore anyone knew my namePlaying for

used to keep my phone right next to meI

like a good time, looks like a wild rideSat

knows ya gotta let 'em goAnd they kinda roll by