Shelton's Medicine Lyrics

Just at, mm

Just at four weeks old

Mama already knew I was one to break some hearts

I'm like, just that and the bank when I chase some gold

And do it so I can keep your heart

No, who let the love sank

Rolling through to the loot, In a F-150

They got booze when they snooze

Been a best one since the other Blake

Still Shelton, paired with a bass, not the other bass

Too late, 'nother lane, new page

Plain blue jeans, not a Amiri, and no baby, not no rock star

Do you feel me, my baby, sorry, gone last week

Missing you, I miss you more than push start

Out with tractors, kicking it

With boots for the feet

And the cowgirls after me 'cause hat also pink

Already set to match me

All the peace, been after what could pass me

I'm like, please, just hand over the truck, G

Remember when I was really just one in a we

I'm with my angel, she fly, no, not a hoe, she

One of me

I'm building home, no not city

Uh, on a road covered by dirt

Was on my own but I'm free

Take off, the horse go skrt the cows be chirping

Home, been away for work

Love my wife, love my cows more though, no, I

Don't think they much work

They stay way, way far away from my truck

Couldn't put up with another scratch, the

Payments, got me rough

I spent 40 on an engine, just to rock out make it buff

'Nother 14 on the headlights, cause I'm blind when I be drunk

But that's when I drive the fastest, know I got a lot of luck

Besides last summer in Texas, when I lost out on a buck

Really bet my whole life savings on my rare guitar

On a chance that I'll make it out your place without a broken heart

Taste of your own medicine, she said

Hopefully you'll also keep all your liquor in the truck bed

Just at four weeks old

Mama already knew I was one to break some hearts

I'm like, just that and the bank when I chase some gold

And do it so I can keep your heart

No, who let the love sank

Rolling through to the loot, In a F-150

They got booze when they snooze

Been a best one since the other Blake

Still Shelton, paired with a bass, not the other bass

Too late, 'nother lane, new page

Plain blue jeans, not a Amiri, and no baby, not no rock star

Do you feel me, my baby, sorry, gone last week

Missing you, I miss you more than push start

Out with tractors, kicking it

(Yee-haw)