Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that

you put two and two togetherYou figure out love's

Work, work, work, man that's all I ever doBeen hitting it,

don't need another drink of Johnny Walker RedAnd I

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

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

Hollywood BoulevardLooking down, seeing stars90210, Rodeo is RodeoGlad I

knew the moment that you walked inYou were looking

yeah!One more time, a wondrous sight and a

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

hey, I'm out here bailing hayAnd all my friends

it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New

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

morning when I woke upAnd man I had a

get home at five-thirtyFix a drink and sit down

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

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

cup martinisSecond one's a freebieHappy Friday afternoonThat neon sun's

Blake let off the clutch real easy, easyThree,