1: Elvis must be lights burning brighter somewhereGot to

gorgeous, let's check out how you look todayShort and

I look up from the bottomI still don't see

1: Blake want to thank the storm that

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

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

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

I'm crazy about fast cars, football and guitarsAll them

dreaming of a white ChristmasJust like the ones I used

Trace Adkins & Blake Shelton & if I was

say you don't know what you were thinkingWell neither

1: Blake the moon just came over the tree

1: Miranda Lambert, Blake beautiful for spacious skiesFor amber

left without leavin' a numberSaid she needed to clear

ain't ever worn a haloDon't suppose I ever

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

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

1: Post hours got me goin' out my mindDallas

me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that

night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam