Trace Adkins & Blake 'em that story you were

me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that

my heart was just a destinationShe had herself one

remember where we used to danceOut by the well,

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

forever since I've been goneHaven't held you in so

in my daddy's truckEight years old and acting toughHe

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

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

I can’t see in this darknessSo in need of forgivenessBefore all

say you don't know what you were thinkingWell neither

says she hates to sleep alone but she'll do

oh my, you're so good-lookingHold yourself together like a

down a dirt roadRebel flag flyingCoon dog in the

when I look at you, you look through meLike

Bourbon and Coke laughsAt all of my jokes when

can't have this conversationWithout lots of reservations on the

Friday night when I see her outEven in a

Redneck girl likes to cruise in daddy's pickup truckAnd a redneck

on the house top reindeers pawsOut jumps good old