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(Toby Keith/Tim Wilson/Danny Simpson)
1st Verse
I see her layin' by the poolside every day
She ain't got a lot on
She ain't got a lot to say
2nd Verse
She wouldn't look my way
But buddy, what do you expect
I'm just the fix-it-up boy at the apartment complex
Pre Chorus
And she'll go out dancin' 'bout 7:15
Climb into the back of a long limosine
I know where she's goin'
She's goin' downtown
I'm goin' downtown, too, and take a look around
Chorus
See my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain't hooked it up yet
But I'm tryin' hard as I can
It's just a high maintenance woman
Don't want no maintenance man
3rd Verse
I'm just sittin' 'round waitin' on a telephone call
After water pipe exploded in the living room wall
If your washer and dryer in need of repair
You know the handyman's waitin'
And he'll be right there
Pre Chorus
Twenty-four hours
Seven days a week
If it's gettin' clogged up or maybe startin' to leak
Just ring up my number, baby, give me a try
You know I got all the tools
And I can satisfy
2nd Chorus
See my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain't asked her out yet
'Cause I don't know if I can
You see a high maintenance woman
Don't want no maintenance man...man
Tag Chorus
See my baby doll
She's my beauty queen
She's my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain't hooked it up yet
But I'm tryin' hard as I can
It's just a high maintenance woman
Don't want no maintenance man
Ain't no high maintenance woman
Gonna fall for a maintenance man...no
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(Craig Wiseman/Chris Wallin)
1st Verse
Sometimes think the poor is necessary
Every night I pray for peace on earth
And I hand down my dollars to the homeless
But believe that every able soul should work
Pre Chorus
My father gave me my shotgun
That I'll hand down to my son
Try to teach him everything it means
Chorus
I'm a man of my convictions
Call me wrong, call me right
But I bring my better angels to every fight
You may not like where I'm goin'
But you sure know where I stand
Hate me if you want to
Love me if you can
2nd Verse
I stand by my right to speak freely
But I worry 'bout what kids learn from TV
And before all of debatin' turns to angry words and hate
Sometimes we should just agree to disagree
Pre Chorus
And I believe that Jesus
Looks down here and sees us
And if you ask him, he would say
(Chorus Out)
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Yea, the whole town came out to watch
The day the paved the parking lot
Somebody hung a ribbon up,
And then they cut it down
And that big white rose upon that sign
Put innocence in all our lives
We could see its neon light
from half a mile out
Gas was .50 cents a gallon
They'd put it in for you
they'd bump your tires and check your oil,
And wash your windows too
And We'd shine those cars bright as bright
We'd go park underneath that light
Stare out at the prairie sky
There was nothing else to do
And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
And the girls would spend a couple of bucks
Just to meet the boys workin' at the pumps
And we'd pull up and fall in love
And they've all moved away
Strangers used to stop and ask
How far they've driven off the map
And then they built that overpass
And now they stay out on the highway
'Cause there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
And that neon sign was the heart and soul
of this ol' one horse town
And it's like it lost its will to live
The day they shut it down
And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
Yea that ol' White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
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(Chorus)
I'm gonna get my drink on, I wanna hear me a sad song.
My baby just left home, I didn't treat her right.
Right here's where I belong, I'm gonna stay 'till the money's gone.
If it takes me all night long, I'm gonna get my drink on.
Well I got some little problems and the only way to solve 'em is the sure-fireway I know.
And when the going gets tough, well the tough get going to the little bar downthe road.
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I'm gonna get my drink on, I wanna hear me a sad song.
My baby just left home, I didn't treat her right.
Right here's where I belong, I'm gonna stay 'till the money's gone.
If it takes me all night long, I'm gonna get my drink on.
There's a cold bar stool for a hot-headed fool, and I'm gonna hop right to it.
Or a seat a table with a jug of black label when a 12-pack wont quite do.
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I'm gonna get my drink on, I wanna hear me a sad song.
My baby just left home, I didn't treat her right.
Right here's where I belong, I'm gonna stay 'till the money's gone.
If it takes me all night long, I'm gonna get my drink on.
Well Jo the bartender, she's a mighty good friender and she likes my company.
When she says "last call for alcohol" that won't apply much to me.
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I'm gonna get my drink on, I wanna hear me a sad song.
My baby just left home, I didn't treat her right.
Right here's where I belong, I'm gonna stay 'till the money's gone.
If it takes me all night long, I'm gonna get my drink on.
If it takes me all night long I'm gonna get my drink on.
Drink on, Yeah.
I'm gonna get my drink on.
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(Chorus)
Hey goodbye senorita, you sure been a friend of mine.
She said well adios amigo.
Some other place, some other time.
Then we drank a shot of tequilla, baby 'till we meet again
She just said I'll see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.
There ain't no easy way to say it, but it's time for me to fly.
Yeah my truck is packed and runnin', I'm headed out west tonight.
I've stayed longer in Brownsville than I ever thought I would.
I hope I didn't make any promises baby.
You were great, and it was good.
(Chorus)
So goodbye senorita, you sure been a friend of mine.
She said well adios amigo.
Some other place, some other time.
Then we drank a shot of tequilla, baby 'till we meet again
She just said I'll see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.
I made it out to Tucson where I turned my truck around.
I started barreling down that highway boy, back to that Texas town.
The highway sign said Brownsville 116 miles.
I guess there's a first time for everything, yeah I think I'm gonna stay awhile.
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Well hello senortia, I've sure missed a friend of mine.
She said well welcome back amigo, man you sure took your sweet time.
Then we drank a shot of tequilla, she said baby 'till you leave again, it's sogood to see ya.
Wouldn't wanna be ya.
It sure is good to see ya.
Wouldn't wanna be ya.
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Hey Daddy!!
Oh yeah
Well I am a big dog daddy you know my face and the joint starts rockin when Iwalk in the place
The band starts stompin those rhythm guitars.
And the dance floor is jumpin through the back of the bar
Everybody looks better in the neon lights.
When a plan comes together on a Saturday night.
Yea the parking lot is packed and that's a pretty good sign.
I take it right in the back I don't stand in line.
The boys all lookin and a hittin the spot
Sayin the girls start shaking everything they got
When a little cat momma gets ready to ride.
I got Lincoln continental waitin right outside.
I am a big dog daddy, Yea a big dog daddy.
Boys stand back and Girls are gettin caddy.
Something goin down with the big dog daddy.
You gotta stay out late if you are makin the rounds
cause there are a lot of good joints on the way downtown.
I got some good buddies that can rock all night.
They ain't looking for trouble but they know how to fight.
If your girl starts acting like she is one of a kind, ya grab the next onestandin at the head of line.
I am a big dog daddy, Yea a big dog daddy.
Got some miles screaming from here to Cincinnati, try to compete with the bigdog daddy.
I am a big dog daddy, Yea a big dog daddy.
Boys stand back and Girls are gettin caddy.
Something goin down with the big dog, big dog
Big dog daddy, just big dog daddy.
Boys stand back and Girls are gettin caddy.
Something goin down with the big dog daddy.
Got em all screaming from here to Cincinnati, try to compete with the big dogdaddy.
Let's roll……
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The needle showed the gas was low
And three dollars in my pocket
Her beauty got the best of me
And she didn't try to stop it
On a dead end road nobody knows
A thing about but me
We parked that old ford pickup truck
Under that cypress tree
Turnin midnight
Burnin moonlight
Yeah I was off and runnin
My fingers through her hair
You could cut the passion
With a knife
In that southern midnight air
I kissed her sweet on that pickup seat
As my blue jeans hit the floor
Her body heat
And my cold bare feet
Pressed up against the door
Turnin midnight
Burnin moonlight
Oh I still feel the same about you
I can't spend the night without you
You still move me
Turnin midnight
Burnin moonlight
It happened fast
Just like that
It didn't take us long
Like smoke rings off my cigarette
Our innocence was gone
And I wanted to say something
But I buttoned up instead
She sat there and brushed her hair
And a smile was all she said
Turnin midnight
Burnin moonlight
Girl I still feel the same about you
I can't spend the night without you
You still move me
Turnin midnight
Burnin moonlight
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Walk it off
Pick up all the pieces of your broken heart
You don't have to worry
She don't care anymore
She ain't there anymore
Hit the wall
'Cause no one you can call is gonna ease your pain
So take your torn umbrella out into the rain
Walk it off
Run
Boy you were born to run
Now the day has come
She's left you standin' still
So deal
How does it feel
To have to face the fact
She ain't coming back
Walk it off
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Walk it off
Though you might not ever see her face again
Sittin' here alone just scares you half to death
Boy don't hold your breath
Walk it off
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There's no need to apologize
This happens time and time again
As soon as somebody lays their eyes on her
They dial right in
I watched you sneak a look
From the other side of the floor
And as I danced her by i watched you steal one more
You don't have to tell me she's beautiful
You don't have to say things like one-of-a-kind
You don't have to wonder if she loves me man
I know that's crossed your mind
Seems like everywhere we go
There's always somebody staring at her
Yeah I know she hung the moon
I'm the one that held the ladder
Now if you had half a chance
You'd probably make a play
Ah but if you were to ask her to dance
She'd only turn you away
So you'll never ever know
But buddy if you were in my shoes
You don't have to tell me she's beautiful
You don't have to say things like one-of-a-kind
You don't have to wonder if she loves me man
I know that's crossed your mind
Seems like everywhere we go
There's always somebody staring at her
Yeah I know she hung the moon
I'm the one that held the ladder
Yeah I know she hung the moon
Cause I'm the one that held the ladder
There's no need to apologize
This happens time and time again
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I see you standin' in the sun
Like an iron dinosaur
Got your tired head restin'
On a West Texas floor
We were really something son
Back in our time
Yeah we broke a lot of hearts
And we made a lot of dimes
Pump Jack pump Jack
Pump a little more
'Cause Daddy's cut it thin
At the general store
Gentleman's dime don't float that long
Hey pump Jack pump before my good name's gone
You know I lost my baby to a wildcat dream
I was fueled by the crude and the gasoline
It's hard to settle down with a roustabout
That oil burns hot 'till the oil burns out
Pump Jack pump Jack
Pump a little more
'Cause Daddy's cut it thin
At the general store
A gentleman's dime don't float that long
Hey pump Jack pump before my good name's gone
Standin' in the panhandle
Cussin' this well
Wishing like the devil
Praying like hell
At the end of this string is a pot of black gold
Sittin' in the bottom of another giant hole
Pump Jack pump Jack
Pump a little more
'Cause Daddy's cut it thin
At the general store
A gentleman's dime don't float that long
Hey pump Jack pump before my good name's gone
Yeah pump Jack pump before my good name's gone
Pump Jack pump Jack
Pump a little more
Pump Jack pump Jack
Pump a little more
Yeah pump Jack pump Jack
Pump a little more
Pump Jack pump Jack
Pump a little more
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C’mon
There’s a gentleman down in Lynchburg
On the south side of Tennessee
He started cookin that home made whiskey
Had his own little recipe
Now his name’s on a million labels
And you can see it on a billboard sign
Got a lot of good ol’ buddys
But Jack Daniels is a friend of mine
You got to hit it
Get it while the gettin’s good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can’t quit it
Wouldn’t if I could
Sure beats sittin around
Knock, knock, knockin on wood
Get with it
While your bidin’ your time
Playin’ that ready or not
I’m gonna take my shot
Pop gotta hit it
She was standin behind the eight ball
Lookin like trouble in a short skirt
Hell on heels about yay tall
Makin it work, makin it work
The money was on the table
My eyes were out of the socket
She caught me bent down in front of the ball
And the eight ball in the corner pocket
HIT IT
Get it while the gettin’s good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can’t quit it
Wouldn’t if I could
Sure ain’t sittin here
Knock, knock, knockin on wood
Get with it
While your bidin’ your time
Playin’ that ready or not
I’m gonna take my shot
Pop gotta hit it
Gotta hit it
Got a pool shark honey
And a pocket full of money
And a bottle of ole’JD
You can jump on the bus
And party with us
But if your runnin with me runnin with me
Hit it
Get it while the getting’s good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can’t quit it
Wouldn’t if I could
Sure beats sittin around
Knock, knock, knockin on wood
Get with it
While your bidin’ your time
Playin’ that ready or not
I’m gonna take my shot
Pop gotta hit it
Yeah I’m gonna hit it
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