- Toby Keith - "I Love This Bar"
(Toby Keith and Scott Emerick)
We got winners; we got losers;
Chain smokers and boozers.
An' we got yuppies; we got bikers;
An' we got, thirsty hitchhikers.
And the girls next door dress up like movie stars:
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar.
We got cowboys; we got truckers;
Broken hearted fools and suckers.
An' we got hustlers; we got fighters;
Early birds and all nighters.
And the veterans talk about their battle scars:
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar.
I love this bar,
It's my kind place.
Just walk in through the front door,
Puts a big smile on my face.
It ain't too far; come as you are.
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar.
I've seen short skirts; we've got high-tech's;
Blue collar boys and rednecks.
An' we got lovers; lots of lookers;
I've even seen dancin' girls and hookers.
And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar:
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar, yes I do!
I like my truck, (I like my truck),
An' I like my girlfriend, (I like my girlfriend),
I like to take her out to dinner;
I like a movie now and then:
But I love this bar,
It's my kind place.
Just toeing around the dance floor,
Puts a big smile on my face.
No cover charge; come as you are.
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I love this bar.
Mm, mm, mmm, mmm, mmm, I just love this ol' bar.
- Toby Keith with Willie Nelson- Beer For My Horses
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
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- Toby Keith - "American Soldier"
(Marion Cannon and Toby Keith)
I'm just trying to be a father,
Raise a daughter and a son.
Be a lover to their mother,
Everything to everyone.
Up and at 'em bright and early,
I'm all in my business suit.
Yeah, I'm dressed for success,
From my head down to my boots.
I don't do it for money,
There's bills that I can't pay.
I don't do it for the glory,
I just do it anyway.
Providing for our future's,
My responsibility.
Yeah, I'm real good under pressure,
Bein' all that I can be.
An' I can't call in sick on Mondays,
When the weekends been too strong.
I just work straight through the holidays,
Sometimes all night long.
You can bet that I stand ready,
When the wolf growls at the door.
Hey, I'm solid; hey, I'm steady;
Hey, I'm true down to the core.
And I will always do my duty,
No matter what the price.
I've counted up the cost,
An' I know the sacrifice.
Oh, and I don't want to die for you,
But if dyin's asked of me,
I'll bear that cross with an honor,
'Cause freedom don't come free.
I'm an American soldier, an American.
Beside my brothers and my sisters
I will proudly take a stand.
When liberty's in jeopardy,
I will always do what's right.
I'm out here on the front lines:
Sleep in peace tonight.
American soldier,
I'm an American soldier.
Yeah, an American soldier, an American.
Beside my brothers and my sisters,
I will proudly take a stand.
When our liberty's in jeopardy,
I will always do what's right.
An' I'm out here on the front lines,
So sleep in peace tonight.
American soldier, I'm an American.
An American.
An American soldier.
- Toby Keith - "Honky Tonk U"
My grandmother owned a night club on the Arkansas-Oklahoma line.
Momma put me on a Greyhound an' I went to stay with her in the summertime.
I'd box up those empty long-necks and stack 'em in the back and bake a ham.
Then at night she'd let me sneak out of the kitchen and sit in with the band.
Yes, I have sacked some quarterbacks
and broke my share of bones along the way.
I knew it wouldn't last forever; semi-pro always means semi-payed.
I started climbin' drillin' rigs: I'm oil field trash and proud as I can be, yeah.
Then I took my songs an' guitar an' sang 'em for a man from Tennessee.
I've played every beer joint tavern from New York City out to Pasadena.
Every corn-dog fair and rodeo an' sold out every basketball arena.
Like to get down with my boys in Afghanistan and Baghdad City too.
I am a red, white and blue blood graduate of Honky Tonk U.
A star can't burn forever an' the brightest ones will someday lose their shine.
But the glass won't ever be half-empty in my optimistic mind.
I'll still have a song to sing an' a band to turn it up and play it loud.
As long as there's a bar room with a corner stage and a honky tonk crowd.
I've played every beer joint tavern from New York City out to Pasadena.
Every corn-dog fair and rodeo an' sold out every basketball arena.
I like to get down with my boys in Afghanistan and Baghdad City too.
Son, I'm a red, white and blue blood graduate of Honky Tonk U.
That's right: a red, white and blue blood graduate of Honky Tonk U.
