it's high time I tell yaNo more messin' aroundTime

you're getting over him and I'm getting over herThe

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

here to read how Blake’s favorite bar inspired “Neon

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rockJingle bells swing and

music in the cityAnd lights are on displayThere's a

been a walking heartacheI've made a mess of meThe

1: Blake man, you've got to watch where you're

can taste your kiss on my lipsAnd I'm wrapped

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

of the nightMoving on the groundLike silent cloudsThey follow

Some nights, it's whiskeySipping on a strong fifth of fix meSinging

always been the kind of man who doesn’t believe

God bless and keep you alwaysMay your wishes all

1: Blake let go of any chance that you

Don't you feel it growin', day by dayPeople gettin' ready for

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

1: Post hours got me goin' out my mindDallas

dollar beers are worth every centSplitting the rent, you