Girl, I been thinkin' 'bout us
And you know I ain't good at this stuff
But these feelings pilin' up won't give me no rest
This might come out a little crazy
A little sideways, yeah maybe
I don't know how long it'll take me
But I'll do my best
You'll be my soft and sweet
I'll be your strong and steady
You'll be my glass of wine
I'll be your shot of whiskey
You'll be my sunny day
I'll be your shade tree
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee
Yeah, that came out a little country
But every word was right on the money
And I got you smilin' honey right back at me
Now hold on 'cause I ain't done
There's more where that came from
Well you know I'm just havin' fun, but seriously
If you'll be my Louisiana
I'll be your Mississippi
You'll be my Little Loretta
I'll be your Conway Twitty
You'll be my sugar, baby
I'll be your sweet iced tea
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee
Your kiss just said it all
I'm glad we had this talk
Nothing left to do
But fall in each others arms
I coulda said I love you
Coulda wrote you a line or two
Baby, all I know to do
Is speak right from the heart
If you'll be my soft and sweet
I'll be your strong and steady
You'll be my glass of wine
I'll be your shot of whiskey
You'll be my sunny day
I'll be your shade tree
You'll be my honeysuckle
I'll be your honey bee
You'll be my Louisiana
I'll be your Mississippi
You'll be my Little Loretta
I'll be your Conway Twitty
You'll be my sugar baby
I'll be your sweet iced tea
You'll be my honeysuckle
And I'll be your honey bee
I'll be your honey bee
Blake Shelton - Red River Blue Album Lyrics
Blake Shelton - Red River Blue Lyrics
Writer: Rhett Akins, Ben Hayslip
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Ready To Roll
Girl I've been at work all week
Fingers to the bone I need
A little hit of you and me
A little time alone
All day I've been thinking about
Quitting early skipping out
Hollin' ass to hit the couch
And hang with you at home
We got some laid back country tunes on the radio
We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke
We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and nowhere to go
So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll
Let other fools go paint the town
We'll just hold this sofa down
Till Monday morning rolls around
I'll tell you what let's do
You go grab those tater chips
I'll whip up some party dip
And well kick back and take a trip
Sip a beer or two
We got some laid back country tunes on the radio
We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke
We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and nowhere to go
So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll
Yeah we got some laid back country tunes on the radio
We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke
We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and nowhere to go
So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll
Yeah I'm ready to roll
Ready to roll
Fingers to the bone I need
A little hit of you and me
A little time alone
All day I've been thinking about
Quitting early skipping out
Hollin' ass to hit the couch
And hang with you at home
We got some laid back country tunes on the radio
We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke
We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and nowhere to go
So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll
Let other fools go paint the town
We'll just hold this sofa down
Till Monday morning rolls around
I'll tell you what let's do
You go grab those tater chips
I'll whip up some party dip
And well kick back and take a trip
Sip a beer or two
We got some laid back country tunes on the radio
We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke
We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and nowhere to go
So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll
Yeah we got some laid back country tunes on the radio
We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke
We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and nowhere to go
So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll
Yeah I'm ready to roll
Ready to roll
Writer: JIM BEAVERS, JONATHAN SINGLETON, CHRIS STAPLETON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
God Gave Me You
I've been a walking heartache
I've made a mess of me
The person that I've been lately
Ain't who I wanna be
But you stay here right beside me
And watch as the storm goes through
And I need you
'Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
There's more here than what we're seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel, lovely
Would somehow fall for me
You'll always be love's great martyr
And I'll be the flattered fool
And I need you, yeah
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
On my own, I'm only
Half of what I could be
I can't do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo
'Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
He gave me you
I've made a mess of me
The person that I've been lately
Ain't who I wanna be
But you stay here right beside me
And watch as the storm goes through
And I need you
'Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
There's more here than what we're seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel, lovely
Would somehow fall for me
You'll always be love's great martyr
And I'll be the flattered fool
And I need you, yeah
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
On my own, I'm only
Half of what I could be
I can't do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo
'Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
He gave me you
Writer: Dave Barnes
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Get Some
You get up
You get coffee
You get paid
You get off
You get gas
You get beer
You get drunk
You get weird
You get drove home
You get up thrown
You get hungry
You get chicken
Your guitar needs pickin'
You get tan
You get pale
You get sick
You get well
You get dressed up
You get messed up
Everybody say, God Almighty it's Friday
Everybody get sideways to have a little fun
Everybody's livin'
Everybody's tryin'
Everybody's dyin'
To get some
You get lost
You get saved
You get waxed
You get shaved
You get high, real high
Forget your next line
You get drive-thru, dollar menu
Everybody say, God Almighty it's Friday
Everybody get sideways to have fun
Everybody's livin'
Everybody's tryin'
Everybody's dyin'
To get some
[Guitar]
You get the girl
You get the one
You get her home
You get'r done
You get hitched
You get mad
She gets a lawyer
She gets half
You get banged up
You gotta raise up
That red Dixie cup
And everybody say, God Almighty it's Friday
Everybody get sideways to have a little fun
Everybody's livin'
Everybody's tryin'
Everybody's dyin' to get some
Everybody's dyin' to get some
Dyin' to get some
You get coffee
You get paid
You get off
You get gas
You get beer
You get drunk
You get weird
You get drove home
You get up thrown
You get hungry
You get chicken
Your guitar needs pickin'
You get tan
You get pale
You get sick
You get well
You get dressed up
You get messed up
Everybody say, God Almighty it's Friday
Everybody get sideways to have a little fun
Everybody's livin'
Everybody's tryin'
Everybody's dyin'
To get some
You get lost
You get saved
You get waxed
You get shaved
You get high, real high
Forget your next line
You get drive-thru, dollar menu
Everybody say, God Almighty it's Friday
Everybody get sideways to have fun
Everybody's livin'
Everybody's tryin'
Everybody's dyin'
To get some
[Guitar]
You get the girl
You get the one
You get her home
You get'r done
You get hitched
You get mad
She gets a lawyer
She gets half
You get banged up
You gotta raise up
That red Dixie cup
And everybody say, God Almighty it's Friday
Everybody get sideways to have a little fun
Everybody's livin'
Everybody's tryin'
Everybody's dyin' to get some
Everybody's dyin' to get some
Dyin' to get some
Writer: CHRIS TOMPKINS, CRAIG WISEMAN, ZAC MALOY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Drink On It
Hey girl, hey where ya goin'?
Come back and sit back down
You look too good to be heading home so early now
You say you gotta work tomorrow
Got a lot on your mind
Let me buy another round
Girl I think you and I should just
Drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl we just need to drink on it
We can talk rocket science
Jesus or politics
How your boyfriend cheated on you
Man he sounds like such a prick
I could use another whiskey
And your Cosmo's gettin' low
While we're trying to figure out
The next place we should go
We can drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl we just need to drink on it
This place is closing down
But I don't wanna quit
Gotta good thing going girl
Let's find out what it is
And drink on it
Your place or mine
Girl we can drink on it
Dust off a bottle and drink on it
Feels like we're doin' something right
Let's find a corner of the night
Where you and I can just drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl we just need to drink on it
Might make a memory that we won't forget
So let's just drink on it
Yeah
Mmmm
Drink on it
Sleep on it
We can just drink on it
Come back and sit back down
You look too good to be heading home so early now
You say you gotta work tomorrow
Got a lot on your mind
Let me buy another round
Girl I think you and I should just
Drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl we just need to drink on it
We can talk rocket science
Jesus or politics
How your boyfriend cheated on you
Man he sounds like such a prick
I could use another whiskey
And your Cosmo's gettin' low
While we're trying to figure out
The next place we should go
We can drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl we just need to drink on it
This place is closing down
But I don't wanna quit
Gotta good thing going girl
Let's find out what it is
And drink on it
Your place or mine
Girl we can drink on it
Dust off a bottle and drink on it
Feels like we're doin' something right
Let's find a corner of the night
Where you and I can just drink on it
Put our heads together and think on it
Maybe later on we can sleep on it
But for right now
Girl we just need to drink on it
Might make a memory that we won't forget
So let's just drink on it
Yeah
Mmmm
Drink on it
Sleep on it
We can just drink on it
Writer: Jessi Leigh Alexander, Jon Randall, Rodney Dale Clawson
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © ME GUSTA MUSIC
Good Ole Boys
Well every time I turn around
I see some dude dressed like a clown
Baggy pants and a cap on sideways
They don't say ma'am or sir no more
They won't even hold a door for a woman
Well it's a cryin' shame
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there chasin' rainbows
Are they back in Oklahoma
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Are they sittin' on an old bar stool
Tellin' lies and cuttin' the fool
Talkin' about the way it was and wishin'
Or down in Orange Beach, Alabama
Hangin' out at the Flora Bama
Headed out the pass and goin' fishin'
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there chasin' rainbows
Are they hidin' down in Georgia
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Are they drivin' cattle and ridin' high
Livin' life the cowboy way
Or down there on the front line
Fightin' off the bad guys
Givin' 'em hell for the good ole USA
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there chasin' rainbows
Are they back in Oklahoma
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Yeah just where the hell did the good ole boys go
I know where a few of 'em are
Down there in southern Oklahoma
There's even some down in Texas
I even saw one in New York one time
You know what I'm talkin' about ladies
Hell, I'll hold the door for ya
I'll hold your purse for ya
And I'll even go pick up
Some feminine products for ya
That's what a good ole boy'll do
I see some dude dressed like a clown
Baggy pants and a cap on sideways
They don't say ma'am or sir no more
They won't even hold a door for a woman
Well it's a cryin' shame
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there chasin' rainbows
Are they back in Oklahoma
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Are they sittin' on an old bar stool
Tellin' lies and cuttin' the fool
Talkin' about the way it was and wishin'
Or down in Orange Beach, Alabama
Hangin' out at the Flora Bama
Headed out the pass and goin' fishin'
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there chasin' rainbows
Are they hidin' down in Georgia
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Are they drivin' cattle and ridin' high
Livin' life the cowboy way
Or down there on the front line
Fightin' off the bad guys
Givin' 'em hell for the good ole USA
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Must be workin' on a farm
Or out there chasin' rainbows
Are they back in Oklahoma
Or at a Texas rodeo
Tell me where did all the good ole boys go
Yeah just where the hell did the good ole boys go
I know where a few of 'em are
Down there in southern Oklahoma
There's even some down in Texas
I even saw one in New York one time
You know what I'm talkin' about ladies
Hell, I'll hold the door for ya
I'll hold your purse for ya
And I'll even go pick up
Some feminine products for ya
That's what a good ole boy'll do
Writer: DALLAS DAVIDSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Im Sorry
[ Featuring Martina McBride ]
You say you don't know what you were thinking,
Well neither do I.
And after the time we spent together,
You think you deserve another try.
Well girl I don't know what it is
That you're expecting
Just because you looked me in the eye
And say you're sorry,
Oh, you're sorry,
You want it back the way it was.
Well I'm sorry,
But sometimes sorry,
Just ain't good enough.
You say you never meant to hurt me,
Well that might be true.
But do you really think I should forgive you,
For what you put me through.
Oh, I remember every time you said you loved me
But I know now your love was just a lie
And you say you're sorry,
Oh you're sorry,
You want it back the way it was.
Well I'm sorry,
But sometimes sorry,
Just ain't good enough.
Oh, girl I don't know what it is
That you're expecting
Just because you looked me in the eye
And say you're sorry...
Oh, you're sorry,
So sorry,
And you want it back the way it was.
Well I'm sorry,
But sometimes sorry,
Just ain't good enough.
Writer: ASHLEY GORLEY, CHARLES DUBOIS, CHRIS STAPLETON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group, BMG Rights Management
Sunny In Seattle
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans
And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin' those boots and jeans
When Memphis ain't got the blues
That's when I'll stop lovin' you
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in new Orleans
Baby, I don't mind you askin'
If there's gonna come a day
When I'll say goodbye
Maybe, I guess anything could happen
But it's as close to never
As you're ever gonna find
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans
And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin' those boots and jeans
When there's no tequila in Mexico
That's when I'm gonna let you go
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans
Darlin', some things won't ever change
My love is one of those things
When New York is a one horse town
That's when I won't need you 'round
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans
And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin' those boots and jeans
When Memphis ain't got the blues
That's when I'll stop lovin' you
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in new Orleans
Baby, I don't mind you askin'
If there's gonna come a day
When I'll say goodbye
Maybe, I guess anything could happen
But it's as close to never
As you're ever gonna find
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans
And them boys from Amarillo stop wearin' those boots and jeans
When there's no tequila in Mexico
That's when I'm gonna let you go
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans
Darlin', some things won't ever change
My love is one of those things
When New York is a one horse town
That's when I won't need you 'round
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans
When it's sunny in Seattle and it's snowing down in New Orleans
Writer: CHRISTOPHER STAPLETON, JIM BEAVERS, CHARLES CHRISTOPHER DUBOIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Spirit Music Group
Over
[Verse 1:]
If I could
I would dare
Feed your dreams
And starve your fears
If I could
Light the world
We could sit
And watch it burn
We could fall asleep inside the glow
[Chorus:]
So tell me what I gotta do to win you over
You'll never have to wonder if you need another
You'll never have to wonder if I understand
And every time you reach for me you'll find a hand out
Ohhh
[Verse 2:]
If I could
Take you in
Feeling you deep
Beneath my skin
Then I could
Slip away
With you as a poison in my veins
I don't wanna fall asleep alone
And wake up knowing that I died without the one
[Chorus: x2]
So tell me what I gotta do to win you over
You'll never have to wonder if you need another
You'll never have to wonder if I understand
And every time you reach for me you'll find a hand out
Ohhh
[Ending:]
If I could
I would dare
Feed your dreams
And starve your fears...
If I could
I would dare
Feed your dreams
And starve your fears
If I could
Light the world
We could sit
And watch it burn
We could fall asleep inside the glow
[Chorus:]
So tell me what I gotta do to win you over
You'll never have to wonder if you need another
You'll never have to wonder if I understand
And every time you reach for me you'll find a hand out
Ohhh
[Verse 2:]
If I could
Take you in
Feeling you deep
Beneath my skin
Then I could
Slip away
With you as a poison in my veins
I don't wanna fall asleep alone
And wake up knowing that I died without the one
[Chorus: x2]
So tell me what I gotta do to win you over
You'll never have to wonder if you need another
You'll never have to wonder if I understand
And every time you reach for me you'll find a hand out
Ohhh
[Ending:]
If I could
I would dare
Feed your dreams
And starve your fears...
Writer: ALBERTO GEORGE BLACKWOOD, ROBBIE SHAKESPEARE, SLY DUNBAR, DESBERT JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY
Hey
Hey, hey, I'm out here bailin' hay.
And all my friends are cruisin' 'round town.
Checkin' out the pretty girls
Hey! And what do they say
They say hey, hey,
Park that Deere, come out and play,
Kick that tire, wipe my perspire
Cause my whole life is hay.
Growin' like weeds, stick out your teeth
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck, headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
Hey, hey, Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet
Different strokes for different folks
A little fella walks up in a pink beret
He says "Hey" - Hey, hell that's OK
Turn the guitars up and raise them cups
Hell my whole life is hay.
Growin' like weeds, stick out your teeth
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck, headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
Put it on a flatbed and go for a ride
Under the moonlight, you by my side
Give it to the cow, make it go moo
Koo-koo-kachoo, kick it off your shoe
Break a camel's back, jack
Then you put it in a stack yeah.
Growin' like weeds, stick out your teeth
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck, headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
My whole life is hay
Rollin' in the hay
Hey!
Now come here, hey, hey
Hey!
And all my friends are cruisin' 'round town.
Checkin' out the pretty girls
Hey! And what do they say
They say hey, hey,
Park that Deere, come out and play,
Kick that tire, wipe my perspire
Cause my whole life is hay.
Growin' like weeds, stick out your teeth
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck, headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
Hey, hey, Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet
Different strokes for different folks
A little fella walks up in a pink beret
He says "Hey" - Hey, hell that's OK
Turn the guitars up and raise them cups
Hell my whole life is hay.
Growin' like weeds, stick out your teeth
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck, headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
Put it on a flatbed and go for a ride
Under the moonlight, you by my side
Give it to the cow, make it go moo
Koo-koo-kachoo, kick it off your shoe
Break a camel's back, jack
Then you put it in a stack yeah.
Growin' like weeds, stick out your teeth
Playin' underneath the baby Jesus
Blowin' out the truck, headin' down the highway
Lookin' pretty soft up in the loft
Come on baby kick your cowgirls off
I'm pickin' you up after I draw my pay
And we'll be rollin' in the hay
My whole life is hay
Rollin' in the hay
Hey!
Now come here, hey, hey
Hey!
Writer: CHRIS TOMPKINS, CLINT LAGERBERG, CRAIG WISEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © AMPLIFIED ADMINISTRATION
Copyright: Lyrics © AMPLIFIED ADMINISTRATION
Red River Blue
[ Featuring Miranda Lambert ]
On the Oklahoma shore of that old red river
I stand right here and curse my pride.
That river runs deep
That current is strong
And the woman I love is on the other side.
How did the love we made together
Break apart and drift away
Leave me lost and lonely
On this crimson bank
Red River Blue
God pull me through
I'd walk through fire if that bridge hadn't burned in two
Texoma sky
Tears in my eyes
She said goodbye and now I'm red river blue
They say everything is bigger
Under that Texas moon
I'll bet my right hand you won't find a bigger fool
She's probably smiling somewhere tonight
In someone else's arms
I'm here dragging the muddy bottom
For pieces of my heart
Red River Blue
God pull me through
I'd walk through fire if that bridge hadn't burned in two
Texoma sky
Tears in my eyes
She said goodbye and now I'm red river blue
She said goodbye and now I'm red river blue
Writer: EDWARD L OWENS, THOMAS RAY STEPHENSON
Copyright: Lyrics © DAN HODGES MUSIC, LLC , MIKE CURB MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © DAN HODGES MUSIC, LLC , MIKE CURB MUSIC
Red River Blue is the sixth studio album by American country music artist Blake Shelton. It was released on July 12, 2011, via Warner Bros. Records, and is Shelton's inaugural No. 1 album on the Billboard 200 chart, debuting at the top spot on July 30, 2011. Four singles were released from the album: "Honey Bee", "God Gave Me You", "Drink on It", and "Over". All four singles peaked at No. 1 on the Billboard charts for Hot Country Songs and Country Airplay. "God Gave Me You" is a cover, written and originally recorded by Christian rock singer Dave Barnes. Red River Blue's title track is a duet with Shelton's then-wife and fellow country singer Miranda Lambert.
Red River Blue earned Shelton his first Grammy Award nomination for Best Country Album, and "Honey Bee" earned him his first Grammy Award nomination for Best Country Solo Performance. "Over" earned him a second nomination in the latter category. Shelton's cover of "God Gave Me You" earned a Grammy Award nomination for Best Country Song.
Performed By:
Blake SheltonRed River Blue earned Shelton his first Grammy Award nomination for Best Country Album, and "Honey Bee" earned him his first Grammy Award nomination for Best Country Solo Performance. "Over" earned him a second nomination in the latter category. Shelton's cover of "God Gave Me You" earned a Grammy Award nomination for Best Country Song.
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Scott Hendricks
Released: July 12th, 2011
Year: 2011