Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

1: Elvis must be lights burning brighter somewhereGot to

a rebelI been known to dance with the devilSo

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

say that we can be friends, but, hey, let's

red, red, red, red, red, red, red, 1:

are you now?Who's holding you now?When your world stands

dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

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

here to read Blake’s story about working with Thomas Rhett

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

On a warm summer's evenin'On a train bound for nowhereI met

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

daddy, kept a six pack in the fridgeWe thought

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

1: Blake here, I'm just a feather in the

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

1: Cam can't stop the way I feelThings you

I'm not the type to run and hideWhen I

1: Carter wanna thank the storm that brought