1: Chris you rise real broke downGot a real

There's a child for every dollBut I guess that’s not quite

keys are still hanging in the front doorYou're hanging

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

here to read about the first time Blake drank

a picture of you on my dresserAnd it's been

- Ashley Monroe, Blake Shelton, ain't DollyAnd you ain't

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

(Ashley china stacked by the kitchen sinkAunt Tammy's in

I been thinking 'bout usAnd you know I ain't

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

here to read Blake’s story about “The brother

I caught my wife with another manAnd it cost

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

holed up on this interstateTraffic jam, here I waitThe

cup martinisSecond one's a freebieHappy Friday afternoonThat neon sun's

I remember thinking, "I wonder what she's havingIs she a Corona

1: Blake got a stereo stuck in the '80sStill

knows ya gotta let 'em goAnd they kinda roll by