outside of this one church townThere's a gold dirt

me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that

1: Elvis must be lights burning brighter somewhereGot to

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

rubber rent checks, livin' on RamenChappin' our ass 'cause

1: Blake alarm clock is a radio95.5 gets me

forever since I've been goneHaven't held you in so

a picture of you on my dresserAnd it's been

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

I been thinking 'bout usAnd you know I ain't

here to read Blake’s story about working with Thomas Rhett

On a warm summer's evenin'On a train bound for nowhereI met

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

You don't have to pace yourselfIt's probably better if you don'tThere's

1: Blake Shelton & up the truck, ice up

tell it on the mountainOver the hills and everywhereGo, tell

heard your sad song on the radio playingYou found

cut me loose and caught herself a somewhere windI

someone comes along and tries to love you like i

like a good time, looks like a wild rideSat