1: Garth turn that bottle up and drink it,

need no tab, don't need no VISANo bouncer looking

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

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

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

ever wondered why country songs say the same old

I'll grab a bottle of PatronWhen I get off

always get dolled up for your partyGood thing your

Blake Christmas dayWill come and go awayI got so

been a walking heartacheI've made a mess of meThe

I've been at work all weekFingers to the bone

look out across corn rows from a dirt roadBabies

listen to meThis here is how it used to

meets her at the front door, he can tell

was sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a regular

may come from different placesYet the journey's much the

I won't back downNo, I won't back downYou can

Well it must've been 100 in that summer sunAnd I've been

said we were way too youngWhen the drinks were

night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam