Toby Keith

I was always the crazy one 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 get your attention But you overlooked me somehow Besides you had too…

I’ve never ask you where you’re goin’ I’ve never ask you where you’ve been I’ve never called and checked your story You stayed out with all your freinds I’ve never tried to catch you lyin’ I didn’t want to know the truth I’d rather go on lovin’ blind girl Than go on lovin’ without you…

It’s A Little Too Late I’m A Little Too Gone A Little To Tired Of This Hangin’ On So I’m Lettin’ Go While I’m Still Strong Enough To It’s Got A Little Too Sad I’m A Little Too Blue It’s A Little Too Bad You Were Too Good To Be True I’m Big Time Over…

Well The Weatherman Said It Might Storm Today I Gotta Hit The Field Gotta Bale Some Hay And I Can’t Let It Rain On My Daddy’s Farm Till I Get It All Stacked High In The Barn And I’m Gonna Call My Baby She’s Been Waiting On Me She Lives Down Town On Sycamore Street…

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….

I 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…

Turn Left At The Old Hotel I Know This Boulevard Much Too Well It Hasn’t Changed Since I’ve Been Gone Oh This Used To Be My Way Home They Paved The Road Through The Neighborhood I Guess The County Finally Fixed It Good It Was Gettin’ Rough Someone Finally Complained Enough Fight The Tears Back…

Don’t My Baby Look Good In Them Blue Jeans Tight On The Top With A Belly Button Ring A Little Tattoo Somewhere In Between She Only Shows To Me Hey, We’re Going Out Dancin’, She’s Ready Tonight So Damn Good-lookin’ Boys, It Ain’t Even Right And When Bartender Says, “for The Lady, What’s It Gonna…

I Can See Her Lyin’ Back In A Satin Dress In A Room Where You Do What You Don’t Confess Sundown, You Better Take Care If I Find You’ve Been Creepin’ ’round My Back Stairs Sundown, You Better Take Care If I Find You’ve Been Creepin’ ’round My Back Stairs She’s Been Lookin’ Like A…

His Name Was Steve Her Name Was Gina You’ve Never Been Here Before Have You [spoken] They Met At A Bar Called The Cabo Wabo Cantena He Was An Insurance Salesman From South Dakota She Was A First Grade School Teacher, Phoenix, Arizona No, My First Time Here [spoken] They Started Dancing And It Got…

My Neighbor Carl, He Lives Next Door Pink Flamingos On His Porch At Night He Teaches Driving School And He Sits Out By His Plastic Pool He Takes Off His Shirt He Opens Up A Cold One Old Carls Deans A Fool But It Takes One To Know One Musics Playin Up And Down The…

See That Big Blue Note Over There On The Counter You Don’t Wanna Read That Thing Man It’s A Real Getcha Downer But Don’t You Dare Say Nothing Else, Bad About Her Cause She’s Gone No, No, No, No Don’t Throw It Away, Cause Tonight I Might Need It It Gets Real Lonley Around Here…

Going Through The Motions Pretending To Be The Man You Used To See In Me Baby You Don’t Want To Hurt Me So You Play Along And It Don’t Feel Right, And It Don’t Feel Wrong It Just Feels Like A Memory Barely Alive When Will We Let It Die Where Do You Run Where…

My Old Man’s That Old Man, Spent His Life Livin’ Off The Land, Dirty Hands, And A Clean Soul. It Breaks His Heart Seein’ Foreign Cars, Filled With Fuel That Isn’t Ours And Wearin’ Cotton We Didn’t Grow He’s Got The Red, White, Blue Flyin’ High On The Farm Semper Fi Tattooed On His Left…