1: Blake Shelton, Blake Shelton & Gwen have to

me another tequila, me another tequila, SheilaTake off that

There's a child for every dollBut I guess that’s not quite

keys are still hanging in the front doorYou're hanging

I look up from the bottomI still don't see

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

gonna take you for a dateTake you for a

rain drippin' on a pink parkin' ticketOn my cracked

sits above the mantle on a couple rusty nailsAnd

I'm going to be famous, do I have talent,

the weather outside is frightfulBut the fire is so delightfulAnd

Let's have an oh oh oh-oh-Oklahoma ChristmasWe'll have an old-fashioned two-stepping

man said, "It's gonna snow"By now I should be used

says she hates to sleep alone but she'll do

1: Blake the moon just came over the tree

down the interstateRunning thirty minutes lateSinging Margaritaville and minding

a house that's a little run downThis city aren’t

I won't back downNo, I won't back downYou can

I met you 'fore anyone knew my namePlayin' for

someone comes along and tries to love you like i