You might be in heaven but you’re more in my heart ant words. Live on long Toby Keith. Your boots are in a good place now 🤠❤️😇

rest in peace my friend 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

God rest your soul. You made many people happy in your life!

Osshh

Beers On Me

Beers On Me (feat. BRELAND & HARDY)

Dinosaur- Hank Williams Jr

Hank Williams Jr. - Family Tradition

Hank Williams Jr - Midnight Rider

Tracy Lawrence - Find Out Who Your Friends Are

Woke up late, sun beatin’ down
Flat tire on the way outta town
Loaded the truck with the gang and gear
Cooler full of hopes and ice-cold beer

Pulled up to the lake with a bang and a backfire
Boat wouldn’t start, then it caught on fire
Jimmy grabbed a hose but sprayed ol' Dan
Now he’s half wet and smellin’ like Spam

But hey, we’re laughin’ in the weather
Soaked in beer and barbecue together
Dog ran off with the ribs, no one could catch her
But it doesn’t matter, life’s only getting better!

Tried to fish with a stick and string
Hooked my hat, not a single thing
Then Joe brought out his granddad’s gun
Said, “We ain’t catchin’ fish, let’s just have fun!”

Shot at a can, hit the boat by mistake
Plugged a hole—now it floats like a rake
Dog came back with a skunk in her mouth
We all jumped in and swam it out

Yeah, we’re soaked and smellin’ like leather
But this mess just ties us closer together
Smoke in our eyes, but hearts light as a feather
'Cause it doesn’t matter, life’s only getting better!

We ain’t fancy, but we’re rich in laughs
Countin’ stories in the aftermath
Broken chairs and burnt hot dogs
We’re kings and queens in cut-off logs

Yeah, the boat's sinkin’ and we lost the tether
But the sky’s still blue, and we’re light as a feather
With beer in hand, and a pack of go-getters
It doesn’t matter, life’s only getting better!

Life's only getting better

Borrowed Blade is country grit and gospel backbone—songs hammered on an anvil of hard times, small-town faith, and second chances. Fiddle cries, pedal steel sighs, and a low Telecaster growl carry stories of men and women who don’t run from the storm; they ride straight through it. These tracks lean on porch-light prayers, two-lane highways, court dates, and kitchen-table reconciliations. The title speaks to winning with what tried to wound you: you take the lie, break it in half, and use it for a handle. From barroom whispers to Sunday-morning vows, the record moves from hush to holler—brush snare shuffles, train beats, waltzes, and boot-stomp 4/4. This is not revenge; it’s redemption with calluses. Press play when you need courage you can hear and a map you can follow.

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