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Toby Keith
Toby Keith


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Настоящее имя Toby Keith Covel
Дата рождения 8 июля 1961 г.
Откуда Clinton, Oklahoma, U.S.
Жанры Country
Годы 1993—н.в.
Лейблы Polydor
Mercury Records
DreamWorks
A&M Records
Show Dog Nashville
См. также Carter's Chord
Scotty Emerick
Lindsey Haun
Mac McAnally
Bobby Pinson
Trailer Choir
Stephen Cochran
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Greatest Hits 2 (09.11.2004)
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(Toby Keith/Chuck Cannon)

I was always the crazy one
I broke into the stadium
And I wrote your number on the 50 yard line
You were always the perfect one
And the valadictorian so
Under your number I wrote "call for a good time"

I only wanted to catch your attention
But you overlooked me somehow
Besides you had too many boyfriends to mention
And I played my guitar too loud.

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy 
Standin here today?
I couldnt make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio 
How do you like me now?

When I took off to Tennessee 
I heard that you made fun of me
Never imagined I'd make it this far
Then you married into money girl
Aint it a cruel and funny world?
He took your dreams and tore them apart.

He never comes home 
And youre always alone
And your kids hear you cryin down the hall
Alarm clock starts ringin
Who could that be singin
Its me baby, with your wake up call!

How do you like me now?
How do you like me now,
Now that I'm on my way?
Do you still think I'm crazy 
Standin here today?
I couldnt make you love me
But I always dreamed about living in your radio 
How do you like me now?

Tell me baby...
I will preach on...

. . .


(Toby Keith)

Well the weatherman said it might storm today
I gotta hit the field
Gotta bail some hay
And I can't let it rain on my daddy's farm
Til I get it all stacked up high in the barn

And I'm gonna call my baby
She's been waiting on me
She lives down town on Sycamore Street
And the wheels on the black top
A startin' to whine
As I pass that Oklahoma City limit sign

I'm a hayseed
And a plow boy
I'm a farm kid
And a cowboy
I'm a roughneck
My daddy was a roughneck too

I run around with hillbilly girls
The weekend sits on my hillbilly world
You better be ready when the sun goes down
That's when country comes to town

Well her Daddy said child you better let him be
Well I don't like him and he sire don't like me
Momma just says ya'll have a little fun
Ain't doin' nothing me and papa ain't done
Open up the door to my pick-up truck
And my baby jumps in and she fires it up
And she gives me a kiss
As I crawl in
We've been waiting all week for a weekend

I'm a hayseed
And a plow boy
I'm a farm kid
And a cowboy
I'm a roughneck
My daddy was a roughneck too

I run around with hillbilly girls
The weekend sits on my hillbilly world
You better be ready when the sun goes down
That's when country comes to town

Yeah it's true I run around with hillbilly girls
The weekend sits on my hillbilly world
You better be ready when the sun goes down
Cause that's when country comes to town
Here I come

. . .


(Toby Keith)

I've got a funny feeling
The moment that your lips touched mine
Something shot right through me
My heart skipped a beat in time

There's a different feel about you tonight
It's got me thinkin' lots of crazy things
I even think I saw a flash of light
It felt like electricity

You shouldn't kiss me like this
Unless you mean it like that
Cause I'll just close my eyes
And I won't know where I'm at
We'll get lost on this dance floor
Spinnin' around
And around
And around
And around

They're all watchin' us now
They think we're falling in love
They'd never believe we're just friends
When you kiss me like this
I think you mean it like that
If you do maybe kiss me again

Everybody swears we make the perfect pair
But dancing is as far as it goes
Girl you've never moved me quite
The way you moved me tonight
I just wanted you to know
I just wanted you to know

You shouldn't kiss me like this
Unless you mean it like that
Cause I'll just close my eyes
And I won't know where I'm at
We'll get lost on this dance floor
Spinnin' around
And around
And around
And around

They're all watchin' us now
They think we're falling in love
They'd never believe we're just friends
When you kiss me like this
I think you mean it like that
If you do baby kiss me again
Kiss me again

. . .


(Toby Keith/Scotty Emerick)

Well, I'm not talkin bout locking down forever, baby.
That would be too demanding.
I'm just talkin bout two lonely people
who might reach a little understanding.
I'm not talkin bout knocking out heaven
with whether we're wrong or we're right.
I'm not talkin bout hooking up and hanging out.
I'm just talkin bout tonight.

You were sitting on your bar stool
talking to some fool who
didn't have a clue.
I guess he couldn't see
you were looking right at me
cause I was looking at you too.
Then it's "do you wanna dance",
"have we ever met"
You said "hold your horses boy
I ain't that easy to get"

Well, I'm not talkin bout locking down forever, baby.
That would be too demanding.
I'm just talkin bout two lonely people
who might reach a little understanding.
I'm not talkin bout knocking out heaven
with whether we're wrong or we're right.
I'm not talkin bout hooking up and hanging out.
I'm just talkin bout tonight.

She said "I only take it slow.
By now you oughta know
that I ain't digging this.
If we can start as friends
the weekend just might end
with a little kiss."
She said "I'm a lady looking
for a man in my life
who will make a good husband.
I'll make a good wife."
Heeheeeasy now.

Well, I'm not talkin bout locking down forever, baby.
That would be too demanding.
I'm just talkin bout two lonely people
who might reach a little understanding.
I'm not talkin bout knocking out heaven
with whether we're wrong or we're right.
See, I'm not talkin bout hooking up and hanging out.
I'm just talkin bout tonight.

Yeah, I'm just talkin bout a little bit later tonight.

. . .


(Bobby Braddock)

We talk about your work how your boss is a jerk
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts
We talk about the troubles you've been having with your brother
About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover
We talk about your friends and the places that you've been
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose
And God knows we're gonna talk about your clothes
You know talking about you makes me smile
But every once in awhile

I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one 
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, usually, but occassionally
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me

We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes
your high school team and your moisturizer creme
We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana
We talk about your grandma down in Alabama
We talk about your guys of every shape and size
The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize
We talk about your heart, about your brains and your smarts
And your medical charts and where you start
You know talking about you makes me grin
But every now and then

I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one 
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, usually, but occassionally
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me

You you you you you you you you youyouyouyouyou
I wanna talk about me

I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one 
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you, usually, but occassionally
I wanna talk about me
I wanna talk about me

. . .


(Tim James/Rand Bishop) 

Under an old brass paperweight is my list of things to do today
Go to the bank and the hardware store, put a new lock on the cellar door
I cross 'em off as I get 'em done but when the sun is set
There's still more than a few things left I haven't got to yet

Go for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It's time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Pick up a long lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Wouldn't change the course of fate but cuttin' the grass just had to wait
'Cause I've bot more important things like pushin' my kid on the backyard swing
I won't break my back for a million bucks I can't take to my grave
So why put off for tomorrow what I could get done today

Like go for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It's time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Pick up a long lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Raise a little hell, laugh 'til it hurts
Put an extra five in the plate at church
Call up my folks just to chat
It's time that I make time for that
Stay up late, then oversleep
Show her what she means to me
Catch up on all the things I've always missed
Just start livin', that's the next thing on my list

Under an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today

. . .


American Girls and American Guys
We??ll always stand up and salute
We??ll always recognize
When we see Old Glory Flying
There??s a lot of men dead
So we can sleep in peace at night
When we lay down our head

My daddy served in the army
Where he lost his right eye
But he flew a flag out in our yard
Until the day that he died
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me
To grow up and live happy
In the land of the free.

Now this nation that I love
Has fallen under attack
A mighty sucker punch came flyin?? in
From somewhere in the back
Soon as we could see clearly
Through our big black eye
Man, we lit up your world
Like the 4th of July

Hey Uncle Sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shakin?? her fist
And the eagle will fly
Man, it??s gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringin?? her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue

Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage
And you??ll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass
It's the American way

Hey Uncle Sam
Put your name at the top of his list
And the Statue of Liberty
Started shakin?? her fist
And the eagle will fly
Man, it??s gonna be hell
When you hear Mother Freedom
Start ringin?? her bell
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue

. . .


(Toby Keith) 

Here you come knockin' on my door baby 
Tell me what you got on your mind 
I guess those college boys all went home for the summertime 
And you're lookin' right, lookin' good, lookin' like a woman should 
So why is it so hard to find 
A place to lay your pretty little head down once in a while 
You run on a little tough luck baby 
Don't you sweat it 
Everything is waiting inside for you 
You know I got it 
Come and get it 

Who's your daddy, who's your baby? 
Who's your buddy, who's your friend? 

And who's the one guy that you come runnin' to 
When your lovelife starts tumblin'? 
I got the money if you got the honey 
Let's cut a deal let's make a plan 

Who's your daddy, who's your baby? 
Who's your buddy, who's your man? 

You might've run on a little tough luck baby 
Don't you sweat it 
Everything is waiting inside for you 
You know I got it 
So come and get it 

Who's your daddy, who's your baby? 
Who's your buddy, who's your man? 

. . .


duet with Willie Nelson 
(Toby Keith, Scott Emerick) 

Well a man come on the 6 o'clock news 
Said somebody's been shot, somebody's been abused 
Somebody blew up a building 
Somebody stole a car 
Somebody got away 
Somebody didn't get too far yeah 
They didn't get too far 

Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, son 
A man had to answer for the wicked that he done 
Take all the rope in Texas 
Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys 
Hang them high in the street for all the people to see that 

Chorus: 

Justice is the one thing you should always find 
You got to saddle up your boys 
You got to draw a hard line 
When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune 
We'll all meet back at the local saloon 
We'll raise up our glasses against evil forces 
Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses 

We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds 
We've got too much corruption, too much crime in the streets 
It's time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground 
Send 'em all to their maker and he'll settle 'em down 
You can bet he'll set 'em down 'cause 

Chorus (x2) 


. . .



His name was Steve,
Her name was Gina,
(spoken) You've never been here before have you?
They met at a bar called Cabo Wabo Cantina,
He was an insurance salesman from South Dakota,
She was a first grade school teacher Phoenix Arizona,
(Spoken) No, My first time here
They started dancing and it got real hot,
Then it spilled over to the parking lot,
One more tequila they were falling in love,
One more is never enough!

(Chorus)
Don't bite off more than you can chew,
There's things down here the devil himself wouldn't do,
Just remember when you let it all go,
What happens down in Mexico,
Stays in Mexico

He woke up in the morning and he made
a little telephone call,
To check on his wife and his kids back
at home in Souix Falls,
(spoken) hey baby everything ok?
She hopped right in the shower with a heavy heavy mind,
(spoken) What am I doing?
He knew it was the first time Gina
had ever crossed that line,
They walked down to the beach and started drinking again,
Jumped into the ocean for a dirty swim,
One more margarita they were falling in love,
One more is never enough!

Chorus
Don't bite off more than you can chew,
There's things down here the devil himself wouldn't do,
Just remember when you let it all go,
What happens down in Mexico,
Stays in Mexico

Oh Mexico

Waiting at the bar at the terminal gate,
She says 'Steve I gotta go, I'm going to miss my plane'
He said 'One more tequila before you climb on up,'
She said 'one more is never enough!'

Don't bite off more than you can chew,
There's things down here the devil himself wouldn't do,
Just remember when you let it all go,
What happens down in Mexico,
Stays in Mexico

Chorus

Stays in Mexico,
Stays in Mexico,
Stays in Mexico,
Oh Mexico


. . .


Mock (yeah)
Ing (yeah)
Bird (yeah)
Yeah (oh yeah)
Mockin' bird now

Everybody, have you heard
He's gonna buy me a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird don't sing
He's gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring don't shine
Surely break this heart of mine
And that's why I keep on tellin' everybody
Say yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh

Hear me now and understand
He's gonna buy me some peace of mind
And if that peace of mind don't stay
I'm gonna find myself a better way
And if that better way ain't so
I'll ride with the tide and go with the flow
And that's why I keep on shoutin' in your ear
Say yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh

Now everybody, have you heard
She's gonna buy me a mockingbird
Yeah, if that mockingbird don't sing
She's gonna buy me a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring won't shine
Yes, it'll surely break this heart of mine
And there's a reason why I keep on tellin' everybody
Say yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh

Hear me now and understand
She's gonna find me some peace of mind
Yeah, if that peace of mind don't stay
I'm gonna get myself a better way
I might rise above, I might go below
Ride with the tide and go with the flow
And that's the reason why I keep on shoutin' your ear
Saying yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, uh, oh
Mockingbird

Yeah, I might rise above, I might go below
Ride with the tide and go with the flow
And that's the reason why I'm shoutin' in your ear
Saying yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, no, no, no, no

. . .


Yeah, Daddy said, son I'm sorry
You and Sheila ain't getting along
And if she's so dead set on leaving you, boy
Why ain't she already gone
Yeah, you better break out some sweet talking
Cause I promise you you're gonna miss her
And I know what I'd do
If my baby left me
Pack up my things and go with her

[chorus]
You don't stay with the one you can live with
It's the one you can't live without
It's the one that's got you tore up in pieces, boy
It's the one you keep talking about
Pride's a tough pill to swallow
It'll leave you lonely and cold and bitter
So what you need to do
If she's gonna leave you
You better pack up and go with her

Daddy said, son I'm through preaching
I've said all I'm gonna say
Now if you love her as much as I think you do
You're a fool if she gets away
She can go anywhere that she wants to
Don't give up, no don't quit her
Do like I did when your momma left me
Hell, I just packed up and went with her

[chorus]
You don't stay with the one you can live with
It's the one you can't live without
It's the one that's got you tore up in pieces, boy
It's the one you keep fretting about
Pride's a tough pill to swallow
It'll leave you lonely and cold and bitter
So what you need to do
If she's gonna leave you
You better pack up and go with her

[chorus]
You don't stay with the one you can live with
It's the one you can't live without
It's the one that's got you tore up in pieces, boy
It's the one you keep crying about
Pride's a tough pill to swallow
It'll leave you lonely and cold and bitter
So what you need to do
If she's gonna leave you
Better pack up and go with her
Yeah, I know what i did when my baby left me
I packed up my things and went with her

. . .


(Toby Keith/Carl Goff, Jr.)

I used to come home late and not a minute too soon
Barking like a dog, howling at the moon
You'd be mad as an ol' red hen, up all night wonderin' where I been
I'd fall down and say come help me honey
You laughed outloud, I guess you thought it was funny
I sobered up, and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'

Now I'm paintin' the house and I'm mendin' the fence
I guess I gone out and lost all my good sense
Too much work is hard for your health
I could've died drinkin', now I'm killing myself
Now I'm feedin' the dog, sackin' the trash
It's honey do this, honey do that
I sobered up, and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'

Now I'm fixin' the sink and I'm mowin' the grass
You made me a list and I'm bustin' my...wheel
All broke down, tail's been (or talespin??) draggin'
It's a tough ol' life up here on the wagon
Now I'm feedin' the dog, sackin' the trash
It's honey do this, honey do that
I sobered up, and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'
Yeah, I sobered up, and I got to thinkin'
Girl you ain't much fun since I quit drinkin'

. . .


(Toby Keith)

I bet you've never heard ole Marshall Dillion say
Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away
Settling down will you marry me
If I asked you twice and begged you pretty please
She'd of said Yes in a New York minute
They never tied the knot
His heart wasn't in it
Stole a kiss as he road away
He never hung his hat up at Kitty's place

I should've been a Cowboy
I should be learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding by pony on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy

I might of had a side kick with a funny name
Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James
Ending up on the brink of danger
Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers
Go west young man, haven't you been told
California's full of whisky, women and gold
Sleeping out all night beneath the Texas stars
Dream in my eye and a prayer in my heart

I should've been a Cowboy
I should'be learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding by pony on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy

. . .


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