know nobody's perfect, but everybody isSometimes the hardest work

need no tab, don't need no VISANo bouncer looking

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

were talking on a boardwalkWe were lit up when

I'm the guy with the boys, kicking it backOr

where are you going now?Do you ever really know?Oh

side of town on the second floorCouple blocks down

something 'bout yesterdayHow fast it all flies awayI don't

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

1: Barbra Streisand & Blake has a way of

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

picked up the phoneShe said hey it's meI know

every time I turn aroundI see some dude dressed

Silent night, holy nightAll is calm, all is brightRound yon Virgin

know if I'd seen her comingI'd probably tried to

1: Brad Paisley, Keith Urban, Tim McGraw & Faith

1: Gwen always been a rollin' stoneWith a reckless

1: Post hours got me goin' out my mindDallas

"Chevrolet". That's what the faded letters used to sayOn the chain

1: Blake walks into Smokey's one hip at a