The Keys

Blake Shelton

Compositor: Jay Brunswick / Brock Berryhill / Bobby Pinson

Chevrolet, that's what the faded letters used to say
On the chain the dealer gave me
On the day I drove it away

Room 202, I didn't turn it in like you're supposed to
I was eighteen, she was twenty-two
In that spring-break hotel room
I learned a thing or two

And it hangs there on a hook by my front door
Half of them don't even work no more
But I remember what each one used to be for
On a ring that holds the keys that unlock me

Master lock
I got more of those than most folks got
This gold one goes to the gate where we used to drink a lot
At the edge of Grandpa's crops
When he sold it, I stole it from underneath that rock

It hangs there on a hook by my front door
Half of them don't even work no more
But I remember what each one used to be for
On a ring that holds the keys that unlock me

This one here's a spare I'll never throw away
Mama put it there for me, just in case
I ever came back home one day
Still on the ring that holds the keys that unlock me