Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girlsChildren of the

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

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

1: Blake never thought you'd pick up the phoneIt's

picked up the phoneShe said hey it's meI know

it must've been 100 in that summer sunAnd I've

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

down a dirt roadRebel flag flyingCoon dog in the

listen to meThis here is how it used to

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

your life, you say you need a changeDon't all

hit the ground running with the morning sunWhen a

rose out of bed, wipes the sleep out of

never let me get awayFrom all the memories that

got good heartsWith the burning desire to work hardThey

1: Gwen ain't a candleIt doesn't burn for one

on a plane, I'm at a barAnd I'm just

Well it must've been 100 in that summer sunAnd I've been

someone comes along and tries to love you like i