rubber rent checks, livin' on RamenChappin' our ass 'cause

standing in my savior's shadowHe is watching over meI

are you now?Who's holding you now?When your world stands

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

every time I turn aroundI see some dude dressed

Silent night, holy nightAll is calm, all is brightRound yon Virgin

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

1: Blake the moon just came over the tree

There's a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old pickup

Bourbon and Coke laughsAt all of my jokes when

ain't ever worn a haloDon't suppose I ever

catchin' every third wordOf what you're tryin' to tell

you and your friends, ten years oldSneakin' beech nut

You don't have to pace yourselfIt's probably better if you don'tThere's

generations from a dirt road corn cropBoots ain't never

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

up the highwayFlorida to TennesseeCuttin' out a path like

I'm not the type to run and hideWhen I

She's faced the hardest times you could imagineAnd many times her

1: Blake you'll findThere's only one love, yours and