Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

I ain't never been an angelI ain't never been

1: Chris you rise real broke downGot a real

got some Friday jingle jangle in my pocketWhatcha say

it's high time I tell yaNo more messin' aroundTime

just dropped off the face of the EarthWorld just

a picture of you on my dresserAnd it's been

1: Blake looking for the KingThe new MessiahWe're following

music in the cityAnd lights are on displayThere's a

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

I've been at work all weekFingers to the bone

oh my, you're so good-lookingHold yourself together like a

morning when I woke upAnd man I had a

told me I'd regret itOn the day I left

jars on the dresserFilled with quarters and dollars saving

knew something was the matterIt really needed my attentionAnd

a house that's a little run downThis city aren’t

1: Gwen always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

cut me loose and caught herself a somewhere windI

Blake let off the clutch real easy, easyThree,