outside of this one church townThere's a gold dirt

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

1: Blake want to thank the storm that

side of town on the second floorCouple blocks down

you put two and two togetherYou figure out love's

played some Stones and Skynyrd songsLast night on the

turn like my memoriesAnd the head-lights shine like my

You make the coffeeI try and doctor it upA little cream

were just some oneSome friend of mine said take

a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane

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

the radio on just to hear a voice other

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

down the interstateRunning thirty minutes lateSinging Margaritaville and minding

down by the two laneIn the blazing sun or

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

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

1: Joe met Jimmy on a barstoolListenin' to old

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

on the house top reindeers pawsOut jumps good old