even trying when I close my eyesI see you

I look up from the bottomI still don't see

a moment in this journey that I gave upMy

just dropped off the face of the EarthWorld just

here to read about the first time Blake drank

1: Barbra Streisand & Blake has a way of

Hollywood BoulevardLooking down, seeing stars90210, Rodeo is RodeoGlad I

here to read Blake’s story about I couldI

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

Silent night, holy nightAll is calm, all is brightRound yon Virgin

Diesel Power cap pulled down lowMaking that bacon, row

down by the two laneIn the blazing sun or

of the nightMoving on the groundLike silent cloudsThey follow

1: Matthew Friday afternoon, I just got paidMissed all

you and your friends, ten years oldSneakin' beech nut

1: Gwen always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

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

"Chevrolet". That's what the faded letters used to sayOn the chain

like a good time, looks like a wild rideSat

Blake let off the clutch real easy, easyThree,