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Shelton Blake Blake Shelton S Barn Grill

it's been fun what else can I say If the feeling's gone words won't stop you anyway If being free's worth what you leave behind And if it's too late

Mississippi mornin' My dad yelled out a warnin' Son, you better hit that cotton patch soon And on my way down to the field As I passed Old Johnson's

Mr. Bourbon and coke laughs at all of my jokes When he's drinking Mr. Martini stares and he never shares What he's thinking And Miss. Sexy red wine tells

't handle what's on my mind But keep on asking if you're inclined But you can't handle what's on my mind No, you can't handle what's on my mind

day I can even fake a smile When somebody says I'm gonna be okay But as you can plainly see, I'm not havin' on a good day So set 'em up Here's a hundred

Mississippi morning My dad yelled out a warning "Son, you'd better hit that cotton patch real soon" And on my way down to the field As I passed old Johnson's

It's your life You say you need a change Don't all the dreams We've seen come true Mean anything You say it's different now And you keep staring at the

So I think a little less I drink a little more 'Cause all in all she's everything That I've been waiting for She smiles that smile I face the fact Love's

day, I can even fake a smile When somebody says I'm gonna be okay But as you can plainly see, I'm not having a good day Chorus: So set 'em up Here's