1: John Anderson, Blake Shelton & a man just

were talking on a boardwalkWe were lit up when

1: Shakira, Blake Shelton, I feel like I'm losing

saw you sitting there sipping red wine down at

bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rockJingle bells swing and

get upYou get coffeeYou get paidYou get offYou get

oh my, you're so good-lookingHold yourself together like a

was standing there, crying in the kitchenIt's been one

put a bullet in my radioSomethin' just hit me

turn like my memoriesAnd the head-lights shine like my

There's a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bankMy old pickup

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

here to read Blake’s story about “The brother

was a timeI really used to care about what

1: Todd like to get you in a compromising

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

it a scary thingWhen somebody's time here ends?Layin' flowers

Blake let off the clutch real easy, easyThree,

knows ya gotta let 'em goAnd they kinda roll by

wanna thank the storm that brought the snowThanks to