1: Chris you rise real broke downGot a real

need no tab, don't need no VISANo bouncer looking

drove the wheels off a flatbed FordFlies found a

1: Blake alarm clock is a radio95.5 gets me

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

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

played some Stones and Skynyrd songsLast night on the

bells ring, are you listeningIn the lane, snow is

man said, "It's gonna snow"By now I should be used

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

up, put your clothes on, babyCome on, let's do

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

2AMAnd this old bar is closingHe knows the partnersHave

broke down, Roscoe ran off, I can't quit dippingMy

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

may come from different placesYet the journey's much the

1: Ian hand lighters, headlight dreamersBackseat players, windshield singersSmall

1: Blake when I met you there was peace

we're just gonnaPull up a stool, act like a

Blake let off the clutch real easy, easyThree,