1: Elvis must be lights burning brighter somewhereGot to

my heart was just a destinationShe had herself one

got some Friday jingle jangle in my pocketWhatcha say

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

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

don't need another drink of Johnny Walker RedAnd I

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

a picture of you on my dresserAnd it's been

I'm going to be famous, do I have talent,

Blake Christmas dayWill come and go awayI got so

Let's have an oh oh oh-oh-Oklahoma ChristmasWe'll have an old-fashioned two-stepping

remember vividly what that vision did to meYou layin'

old Buick's like a needle on a compassPointed due

she was... laughin', talkin', window shopping with a new

the radio on just to hear a voice other

waste your time looking over your shoulderThose loves from

rose out of bed, wipes the sleep out of

WooYeah, I always said, "You can sleep when you're dead"Keep the

My mother’s biscuits melt in your mouthAnd my daddy he is

cut me loose and caught herself a somewhere windI