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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
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(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?
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(Toby Keith, Chuck Cannon)
I can feel a chill of a cold November wind
Here in Oklahoma that means it is wintertime again
Every time I think about the rain and sleet and snow
I start dreamin' about siestas underneath this sombrero
Chorus 1:
Baby if you're good to go we'll go down to Mexico
Get a place in Cabo, kick back in the sand
It'll be just you and me and moonlight dancing on the sea
To Spanish guitar melody of a mariachi band
I got two tickets bought
There won't be no second thought
Weather's always nice down there in paradise
We'll find that little man who owns that taco stand
We'll be drinkin' margaritas while we're workin' on our tan
Chorus 2:
Baby if you're good to go we'll go down to Mexico
Get a place in Cabo, kick back in the sand
If you'll get off that telephone and put your shorts and sandals on
Tomorrow we'll be dancing to a mariachi band
Cancun don't get me high
That's where the snow birds fly
They like to winter there
Then they come from everywhere
I'll take the Baja sun
It ain't overrun
With the gringos and the touristas
We might be the only ones
Repeat Chorus 1 (x2)
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(Toby Keith, Scott Emerick)
Mother earth has changed since I was a child
The east is a beast and the west is really wild
And the headlines say that the end looks grim
And the future don't look so bright
You can't even open your mailbox, you can't take a plane
And everybody's lookin' for somebody to blame
I think I'm gonna let the president
Save this ol' world tonight
I'll light us a fire
And she'll turn off the news
We'll open a cold one and shake these blues
Chorus: It's all good
It's alright
I'm gonna sit here with my baby all night
And let the troubles of this world
Roll on by us like they should
It's all cool
It's OK
We've got everything going our way
Can't complain if we're alright
It's all good
I'm just a regular Joe, with a beautiful girl
Just getting by in a day-to-day world
We ain't got a lot, but we don't need anything
Covered in kisses, surrounded by love
Showered with blessings from up above
When you're sittin' on top of the world, man we got everything
We live out here in the country
Where the workin' class do
We've got our health and our happiness too
Chorus
No can't complain 'cause we're alright
And it's all good
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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)
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(Toby Keith, Scott Emerick)
Reservations for one tonight
I'll be eating by myself again
At that quiet little corner spot
Where we used to hang with all our friends
And I'll ease down to the local pub
Climb up on the tallest stool
Holding court with my common sense
Outwitting all these common fools
Chorus:
I've got good taste for blended whiskey
I can see my way around this bar
I can hear the sound of a vintage jukebox
And smell the smoke of a hand-rolled cigar
I can't read your mind
Baby I can sense this much
When it comes to your love
I feel like I'm losing my touch
You're not buying this anymore
My lies have come up short again
You haven't said it's over yet
Oh but I can feel a bitter wind
And after giving me your better years
And hoping for the very best
Closing time is drawing near As I sit alone with all the rest
Chorus
When it comes to your love
I feel like I'm losing my touch
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(Toby Keith, Chuck Cannon)
Just off of the two-lane where the school bus used to stop
Was a little wooden A-frame with a yellow tin roof top
One day it was raining on this world
She said 'have you ever really, really ever kissed a girl?'
Baby I'll be your Huckleberry, you don't have to double dare me
If the storm gets wild and scary count on me to be right there
You're so extra ordinary sweet like maraschino cherries
We'll grow up and we'll get married
I'm gonna be your Huckleberry
Later on that summer we went to the county fair
They had a brand new roller coaster and everyone was scared
It was two bucks to experience the thrill
She said 'come on boy let's get in line I'll ride it if you will'
Baby I'll be your Huckleberry, you don't have to double dare me
If the ride gets wild and scary count on me to be right there
You're so extra ordinary sweet like maraschino cherries
We'll grow up and we'll get married
I'm gonna be your Huckleberry
Snuck off on a slow dance at the junior/senior prom
Went lookin' for some romance before I had to get her home
Steamin' up the windows of my car
She said 'until I get my wedding ring boy we can't go that far'
Baby I'll be your Huckleberry, you don't have to double dare me
If the world gets wild and scary count on me to be right there
You're so extra ordinary sweet like maraschino cherries
We grew up and we got married
Now look at those three little Huckleberries
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(Toby Keith, Scott Emerick)
Never owned a brand new car
Never worked in a white collar
Never held a woman longer
Than I held one single dollar
I never went out chasin' rainbows
'Cause there can't be that much to it
Even if I found my pot of gold
I know I'd piss right through it
I can't remember ever wanting
For one second of my life
Even if I did it cost too much
To ever pay the price
I don't dance out on the dark side
Ain't no secrets I have to tell
So you don't have to say a prayer for me
I just said one for myself
Chorus:
I'm livin' my life
Under my terms
I'm callin' the shots
As far as I can see
I don't owe nobody nothin'
I don't answer to a soul
Might not work for you
But it works for me
I've been bent and bruised and broken
And flat busted once or twice
I brought most of it upon myself
But I never compromised
My pride's too hard to swallow
So I've chewed a lot of it
Mild-mannered and soft-hearted
And hard-headed as you get
I live out on the backroads
Where I walk my country mile
And if it's so good in the city
Why don't anybody smile?
The traffic's always heavy
And the air ain't fit to breathe
I ain't saying that it's wrong for you
It just don't make sense to me
Chorus
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(Toby Keith, Scott Emerick)
Girl your bags are packed
And you ain't coming back is written on them
Take these memories with you
They're just sad, and they're blue and I don't want them
Oh you're not so sure that you're in love anymore
And I ain't gonna beg you to stay
Ain't it just like you to leave
Ain't it just like me to let you walk away
I hold a tender place in my heart for you and you know it
I've never said it out loud
Guess I was too proud to ever show it
We always thought some night that we might get it right
But that ain't going to happen today
Ain't it just like you to leave
Ain't it just like me to let you walk away
Honey you must think my heart is a revolving door
The way you come and go as you please
I don't know if I should give up or try
Or get down on my knees
Ain't it just like me to pray
Ain't it just like you to turn and walk away
Here you are at my door
You're wanting in, you're wanting more and it's open
You win me over with that grin
So I let you on in, and I'm hopin'
That this time you might stay forever
But baby that just ain't your style
Ain't it just like you to smile
Ain't it just like me to let you stay awhile
Oh you must think my heart is a revolving door
The way you come and go as you please
And I don't know if I should give up or try
Or get down on my knees
Ain't it just like me to pray
Ain't it just like you to make me feel this way
Ain't it just like you to smile
Ain't it just like me to let you stay awhile
Girl your bags are packed
And you ain't coming back is written on them
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(Toby Keith, Scott Emerick)
Met you in a café
At a table meant for two
You were sitting by your lonesome
When I sat down with you
Tried hard not to show it
But I couldn't help but see
That you wore your broken heart out on your sleeve
And your loneliness could not disguise
The beauty and the charm
Thought if I ever get you, shattered lady, in my arms
Chorus:
I'm gonna rock you baby to sleep
I'm gonna make you crazy over me
I'm gonna hold you like you've never been held before
And love you till you tell me you can't love anymore
I'm gonna shake your emotion right down to your soul
And then I'm gonna love you all over in and out of control
If this is how love is supposed to feel
Baby I know I've fallen head over heels
I'm gonna rock you baby
Over open conversation and a bottle of red wine
You said this world is full of users and I know that I've had mine
We danced a little slow dance until they closed that café down
You said 'what would be the chances that tonight I finally found
Someone who makes me feel like my life is just begun?'
I said 'girl believe in me and I'll show you how it's done'
Chorus
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(Toby Keith, Chris LeDoux)
I took her daddy's old two-horse trailer
I patched a place in the floor that was bare
And we loaded up her barrel pony
And a riggin' bag is all that I had
Left with our suitcases filled with desire
Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires
Chorus:
Now our windshield's a painting that hangs in our room
Changes with each mile like a radio tune
We got up above, we'll make it on love
Under the rodeo moon
Sometimes we sleep in a hotel
When we're ridin' that hot hand of luck
Sometimes we crash at a friend's house
Sometimes we just sleep in the truck
At nighttime you'll find us out in the fast lane
Stayin' one step ahead of snow, wind, and rain
Chorus
Yeah we left with our suitcases filled with desire
Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires
Chorus
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(Toby Keith, Scott Emerick)
I woke up in bed last night when something came upon me
I was not lying there alone but I've never felt so lonely
Something's come between us, girl feels like we've hit a wall
How can I know just how you feel when we don't touch at all
This no communication thing is quickly growing old
This isolation booth I'm in is dark and turning cold
I used to steal your breath away with just one little kiss
Me and you, we were so in love back then but that's not how it is
But I'd catch moonlight in a bottle if we could drink a toast to happiness
Fill my pickup bed with roses and back it right up to your door
I'd write your name in candy kisses from here to Carolina
If you change your mind and love me like before but that's not how it is
I have tossed and turned and rolled it over in my mind
Not knowing all the questions make the answers hard to find
I think I've covered everything but still there's something that I've missed
I used to read you baby like a book but that's not how it is
But I'd catch moonlight in a bottle if we could drink a toast to happiness
Fill my pickup bed with roses and back it right up to your door
I'd write your name in candy kisses from here to Carolina
If you change your mind and love me like before but that's not how it is
I'd write your name in candy kisses from here to Carolina
If you change your mind and love me like before but that's not how it is
That's not how it is
That's not how it is
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American)'
How many Americans do we have in here tonight?
(the crowd cheers)
In the days following September 11th last year
Everybody that was a poet or a writer or a song writer of any kind
Had a reason to write some words down or thoughts down on a piece of paper
And I was no different that's what you do when I do
And my father served in the army in the 50s he lost his right eye in a training
combat mission
He came home he put a flag up on the farm I was raised on
I lost him six months prior to the attacks on New York City and The United
States
And that flag that flew out in that yard
It's flown there everyday
He raised me right and he never bitched one time about losing his eye
I never heard him cry about it
And it's our turn to stand on what our fathers and forefathers did for us
And make sure we don't let 'em down
I wrote a song in the following days after September 11th
It's called The Angry American and I wanna send this out to my father tonight
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