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

1: Elvis must be lights burning brighter somewhereGot to

even trying when I close my eyesI see you

keys are still hanging in the front doorYou're hanging

you put two and two togetherYou figure out love's

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

don't need another drink of Johnny Walker RedAnd I

never liked the taste of whiskey til I kissed

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

lie awake at night and all I do is

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

picked up the phoneShe said hey it's meI know

knew the moment that you walked inYou were looking

when I look at you, you look through meLike

I die, I wanna come back as a country boyNo,

tell it on the mountainOver the hills and everywhereGo, tell

1: Brantley number three is just a number and

on a plane, I'm at a barAnd I'm just

someone comes along and tries to love you like i

like a good time, looks like a wild rideSat