got some Friday jingle jangle in my pocketWhatcha say

a bunch of poor boys, daddy's girlsChildren of the

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

I'll grab a bottle of PatronWhen I get off

high heels with that sun dressTurquoise heart hanging

Blake Christmas dayWill come and go awayI got so

1: Blake looking for the KingThe new MessiahWe're following

wound up tighter than a banjo stringPrice of gas

say you don't know what you were thinkingWell neither

a roadhouse just outside of town on a two-lane

On a warm summer's evenin'On a train bound for nowhereI met

down the interstateRunning thirty minutes lateSinging Margaritaville and minding

is a songAbout best Roy was a boy

was a timeI really used to care about what

I was a cloud, I'd make baby raindropsAnd they'd

1: Blake Shelton & up the truck, ice up

1: Blake when I met you there was peace

1: Gwen ain't a candleIt doesn't burn for one

I remember thinking, "I wonder what she's havingIs she a Corona

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