I look up from the bottomI still don't see

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

would say I'm lyingIf I tried to tell 'em

never liked the taste of whiskey til I kissed

here to read Blake’s story behind “Sure Be Cool If

I can’t see in this darknessSo in need of forgivenessBefore all

Blake Christmas dayWill come and go awayI got so

dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

the Oklahoma shore of that old red riverI stand

is growin' like a vineStranglin' my heartWhen I think

were just some oneSome friend of mine said take

listen to meThis here is how it used to

roadside wildflower if I'd only picked youTook you home

ought to be a town somewhereNamed for how I

a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old

down by the two laneIn the blazing sun or

never let me get awayFrom all the memories that

high tech, honky tonk, shotgun weddin'There ain't no tellin' how

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

me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that