I ain't never been an angelI ain't never been

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

1: Blake never thought you'd pick up the phoneIt's

say that we can be friends, but, hey, let's

a picture of you on my dresserAnd it's been

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

have a blue Christmas without youI’ll be so blue thinking

the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is so delightfulAnd

girl, hey, where you goin'?Come back and sit back

been working so hard, I'm punching my cardEight hours

been a walking heartacheI've made a mess of meThe

says she hates to sleep alone but she'll do

down a dirt roadRebel flag flyingCoon dog in the

got her new jeans onLooking so right it’s wrongUmmm

morning when I woke upAnd man I had a

is a songAbout best Roy was a boy

catchin' every third wordOf what you're tryin' to tell

you and your friends, ten years oldSneakin' beech nut

I'm not the type to run and hideWhen I

1: Blake you'll findThere's only one love, yours and