1: Blake Shelton, Blake Shelton & Gwen have to

kisses taste like whiskeyBurning through my veinsShe don't know

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

picked up the phoneShe said hey it's meI know

Let's have an oh oh oh-oh-Oklahoma ChristmasWe'll have an old-fashioned two-stepping

Christina 1: Christina shot of whiskey, please, bartenderKeep

say you don't know what you were thinkingWell neither

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

always get dolled up for your partyGood thing your

when I look at you, you look through meLike

summer day has come and gone away in Paris

the radio on just to hear a voice other

by little, now, babeI've come a long, long wayPicking

1: Brad Paisley, Keith Urban, Tim McGraw & Faith

1: Matthew Friday afternoon, I just got paidMissed all

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

1: Joe met Jimmy on a barstoolListenin' to old

said we were way too youngWhen the drinks were

don't need no sunny dayShe gonna light the

Blake let off the clutch real easy, easyThree,