I'm Much Too Young To

There's A Difference Between Knowing What's On The Page In A History Book And Actually Feeling That Page Have Curves And Valleys.

I'm Sitting In The Drive-through And I've Got My Three Girls In The Back And This Station Comes On And It's Playing “jailhouse Rock,” The Original Version, And My Girls Are Jumping Up And Down, Going Nuts. I'm Looking Around At Them And They've Heard Dad's Music All The Time And I Don't See That Out Of Them.

I Remember In The '80s, Randy Travis Was My Guy. He's The Reason I Moved To Nashville, And I Just Loved Him. But At Some Point When He Was Winning Everything, You Find Yourself Pulling For Other People.

I've Got Friends In Low Places, Where The Whiskey Drowns And The Beer Chases My Blues Away.

That Old Star That You Been Wishin' On Is Shining Mighty Bright, But It's The Fire Inside Your Heart That's Gonna Lead You To The Light.