outside of this one church townThere's a gold dirt

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

lie awake at night and all I do is

1: Barbra Streisand & Blake has a way of

a picture of you on my dresserAnd it's been

high heels with that sun dressTurquoise heart hanging

Hollywood BoulevardLooking down, seeing stars90210, Rodeo is RodeoGlad I

AboardIt was a big night in December, Chattanooga TennesseeAll

down a dirt roadRebel flag flyingCoon dog in the

was standing there, crying in the kitchenIt's been one

1: Blake the moon just came over the tree

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

was sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a regular

a Mississippi morningMy dad yelled out a warning"Son, you

I love country musicAnd I guess I always willBut

I can’t see in this darknessSo in need of forgivenessBefore all

high tech, honky tonk, shotgun weddin'There ain't no tellin' how

day shy of 8 years old, grandma passed awayI

1: Michael Buble & Blake summer day has come

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