Альбом Toby Keith

(Toby Keith/Scotty Emerick)

Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip
I ain't nothing but a number on his timecard slip,
I give him 40 hours and a piece of my soul,
Puts me somewhere at the bottom of his totem pole,
Hell I don't even think he knows my name...

(Chorus)
Well all week long I'm a real nobody,
But I just punched out and its paycheck Friday,
Weekends here, good God almighty,
I'm going to get drunk and be somebody
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

My baby cuts hair at a beauty boutique,
Just blowin' and goin' till she dead on her feet,
They walk right in and sit right down,
She gives them what they want and then she spins them around,
Hey I don't think they even know her name...

(Chorus)
All week long she's a real nobody,
but I just picked her up and its paycheck Friday,
Weekends here, good God almighty,
Baby lets get drunk and be somebody
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Well just average people, in an everyday bar,
driving from work in our ordinary cars,
and I like to come here with the regular Joes,
drink all you want, be the star of the show

(Chorus)
All week long bunch of real nobodies,
but we just punched out and its paycheck Friday,
Weekends here, good God almighty,
People lets get drunk (lets get drunk!)
All week long we're some real nobodies,
but we just punched out and its paycheck Friday,
Weekends here, good God almighty,
People lets get drunk and be somebody
Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Written by Toby Keith, Dean Dillon and Scott Emerick

It's a little too late, I'm a little too gone;
A little too 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 you baby: it's a little too late.

No, I don't wanna talk about,
What we can do about us any more.
Only time you would be wastin',
Is the time it takes to walk right out that door.
Yeah, talk about water under the bridge:
You should know by now, girl, that's all this is.

It's a little too late, I'm a little too gone;
A little too tired of just hangin' on:
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 you baby: it's a little too late.

There was a time this heart of mine,
Would take you back every time, don't you know?
But that's been two packs of cigarettes,
A sleepless night, a nervous wreck, a day ago.
Now you ain't got no business comin' around.
I'm closin' up shop: shuttin' us down.

It's a little too late, I'm a little too gone;
I'm a little too tired of just 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 you baby: it's a little too late.
I'm big-time over you baby: it's a little too late.

Written by Toby Keith and Scott Emerick

I got a sweet little woman: she knows that I love her true.
I gotten three little kids on the floor an' they love their Daddy too.
I got a one on the way an' I don't think I can pay the doctor bill.
I never finished payin' the last one off: don't guess I ever will.
Yeah, we'd save it all up for a rainy day, but it's always sunny.
Guess all the happiness in the world can't buy you money.

I got an old work truck, it'll barely get me to town and back.
I try an' put in a little more overtime but that don't pay no jack.
So I bring it home where my baby's got my hot supper fixed.
Yeah, then I lay down my weary bones an' get back up at six.
Just workin' hard in the land of the milk and honey.
Hey, all the happiness in the world can't buy you money.

But if I had plenty, I could keep us afloat.
Yeah, then in the end if my ship don't come in,
I'd just buy a big boat.
Now, I ain't got no money, Lord, I mean, deep in debt.
We must be livin' on love from above,
'Cause we ain't hit bottom yet.

I pick my pay-check up an' go straight to the bank: that's my usual route.
An' then I go home an' pick up the wife an' kids 'cause we're goin' out, yeah.
Then it's a drive-through window an' pick out a combo, super-size.
Yeah, then swing on down to the Walmart an' let the kids pick out a prize.
My truck broke down at the red-light: she thinks it's real funny.
Guess all the happiness in the world can't buy you money.

Yeah, we'd save it all up for a rainy day, but it's always sunny.
Guess all the happiness in the world can't buy you money.
Money.
Can't buy you money.
Money.

Written by Toby Keith

I almost said: "I love you."
Could I really be that kind of guy?
To see one candle burning in your eye,
And watch my heart fill up with butterflies?
I almost said I need you:
Girl, I shouldn't go there anymore,
Act like I never been in love before:
You prob'bly think it's my first time.

Is this what love is all about?
And am I getting in too deep?
I wouldn't want to freak you out,
Or make a promise I can't keep.
So close your eyes an' hum along,
An' I'll sing you one more love song.
And if everything is still alright,
Why don't you just crash here tonight?

Close your eyes an' hum along,
And I'll sing you one more love song.
And if everything is still alright,
Why don't you just crash here tonight?
Girl, if everything is still alright,
Why don't you just crash here tonight?

Written by Toby Keith and Scott Emerick

Yeah, when I came to, you were standin' by the foot of the bed.
I was still hung over an' my eyes were bloodshot red.
Did you think things were gonna be different?
Did you think you tore my heart apart?
'Cause you can see, there's more pain in my head,
Than down in this old broken heart.

I took your leavin' with a grain of salt,
Tequila an' a slice of lime.
Yeah, the minute you left,
Me an' the boys went out an' had a real good time.
It's nice of you to check up on me,
Just to see how I was gettin' along.
But I'd already gotten over it, baby,
'Fore you were even gone.

By now, you've observed, I was a little over-served last night.
I need to catch a few z's, baby, please:
Turn off that bedroom light.
See the boys are comin' by to get me:
We're gonna take our little show into town.
I need my rest 'cause they'll be doin' their best,
To burn another juke joint down.

I took your leavin' with a grain of salt,
Tequila an' a slice of lime.
Yeah, the minute you left,
Me an' the boys went out an' had a real good time.
It's nice of you to check up on me,
Just to see how I was gettin' along.
But I'd already gotten over it, baby,
'Fore you were even gone.

Yeah, I'd already gotten way over it, baby,
'Fore you were even gone.
Gone.
Bye now.

Written by Dean Dillon, Scott Emerick and Toby Keith

She called me on the 'phone and said:
"C'mon, get on the plane tonight, pronto."
So just like every time when Kimo Sabi cried for help,
Here come Tonto.
I guess she run her lover off again,
An' I can't believe how long it's been,
I had my fingers runnin' through her hair.
Only bad thing about it: I ain't already there.

Baby, I just landed, grabbed my bag an' hopped a cab,
An' I'm comin' solo.
Light a candle, fill a tub, put on some music that you love,
An' I'll bring the mojo.
Yeah, the cabbie said that he'd drive like hell,
Keep promise me a pony-tail,
An' Baby Vicky's secret underwear:
Only bad thing about it: I ain't already there.

Now it's been real an' it's been fun:
Another notch carved in her gun: repetition.
You know the funny thing when you play her game:
What you thought would change just stays the same: eviction.
I'd be on this plane to Illinois,
She'd be locked down with some pretty boy,
When we touched down in Chicago at O'Hare:
Only bad thing about it is I ain't already there, oh no.
Only bad thing about it: I ain't already there.

Already there.
I ain't already there.
Already there.

Written by Toby Keith, Dean Dillon and Scott Emerick

Note to self: better call.
She'll be mad as hell if I know her at all.
'Cause today's her birthday an' I almost forgot.
Note to self: I better not

Note to self: on my way home,
Don't forget the roses an' Dom Perignon.
You know how she loves a great big suprise.
Note to self: you're skating on thin ice.

Mmm, I ain't gonna screw it up this time.
Mmm, I'm gonna really make her proud she's mine.

Note to self: remember when,
You use to light her up when you walked in.
An' she stole your breath away: that's the way it was,
Everytime you kissed her an' she still does, mmm.

Mmm, I ain't gonna mess it up this time.
Mmm, I'm gonna really make her proud she's mine.

Turnin' down the street, I'm pullin' in the drive.
Door ain't locked, so I step inside.
She ain't here to greet me, so what's goin on?
Note self: she's already gone.

Mmmm, gone.
Mmmm, gone.
Mmmm, I guess I really messed it up this time.

Written by Dean Dillon, Scott Emerick and Toby Keith

It's as sad as it's true,
But I can't believe a word that you say.
I've been hopin' for the best,
But there's less and less an' more every day.
You can't hide where you been, behind that little grin
I can see, girl, you can't fool me.

You've gone a little too far this time.
You stepped one doorstep over the line.
Swore you'd always be mine; I'd never leave you behind,
But you've gone a little too far this time.

You could tell me how it happened,
Still I'd never understand why.
An' all I can keep thinking is:
"He sure must be one hell of a guy."
You can't blame no one else, you brought it all on yourself:
Now it's gone an' it's time to move on,

'Cause you've gone a little too far this time.
You stepped one doorstep over the line.
Swore you'd always be mine; I'd never leave you behind,
But you've gone just a little too far this time.

You've gone a little too far this time.
You stepped one doorstep over the line.
Swore you'd always be mine; I'd never leave you behind,
But you've gone a little too far this time.

Girl, you've gone just a little too far this time.

Written by Toby Keith, Dean Dillon and Scott Emerick

Seven in the mornin',
She'd have to make a choice:
Precious baby girl,
Or a bouncin' baby boy.
She could either keep it,
Or give that child away.
So she quit school that mornin',
An' became a Mom that day.

Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing:
You can justify but it's still black an' white.
Paint it any shade but it won't change.
Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing.

News came on my TV:
A mother cried an' said,
That her son was fightin' for his life,
'Cause her husband lost his head.
He might have been a problem child,
But if that boy were mine:
I wouldn't beat him half to death,
Tryin to make him walk the line.

Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing:
You can justify but it's still black an' white.
Paint it any shade but it won't change.
Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing.

Now empowered politicians,
Tryin' to pass a law:
They won't let our children pray,
For the better of us all.
An if God blessed America,
How could someone vote,
To take prayer from our classrooms,
Right when we need prayer the most.

Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing:
You can justify but it's still black an' white.
Paint it any shade but it won't change.
Ain't no right way to do the wrong thing.
To do the wrong thing.

Written by Toby Keith

Thought I'd call you up an' see if you had celebrated,
Day you were born: It's a little belated.
Age is just a number an' it's really over-rated to me.
Yeah, November 3rd: that's a day I remember,
'Cause its thirty-seven days after mine in September.
You'd thought I forgot 'cause here it is: December again.

Oh, happy birthday, baby, wanna to see you tonight.
I got your present waitin', I wanna do it right.
I ain't got enough money for a big diamond ring:
Let's tie a brand new bow around the same old thing.

(Yeah.)
(Now blow out your candles.)

Yeah, happy birthday, baby, wanna to see you tonight.
I got your present waitin', I wanna do it right.
I ain't got enough money for a big diamond ring:
Let's tie a brand new bow around the same old thing.

Be cool if we could make an ending out of it, some way.

Written by Toby Keith and Scott Emerick

Guess it slipped my mind: now I'm in trouble deep.
For the last two years in a row,
I forgot our anniversary.
So I come rushin' in: twelve roses in bloom.
Said: "Honey would you like a romantic evening,
"Out under the stars and the moon?"

She didn't say: "No."
But in her eyes I could see,
That this wouldn't turn out to be,
The enchanted evenin' I thought it might be.
Yes, I sure found out,
Got a long way to go.
She didn't say no:
She said: "Hell, no."

An' we split the sheets,
Ah, 'bout six months ago.
I told all my buddies down at the bar:
"This cowboy's headed home."
Walked into her house,
Yeah, climbed right up in her bed:
When I asked her if she still loved me,
Man, you know what she said?

Whoa, she didn't say: "No."
But in her eyes I could see,
That this wouldn't turn out to be,
The fairy-taled ending I thought it might be.
An' I sure found out,
I got a long way to go.
She didn't say no:
She said: "Hell, no."

Yeah, I sure found out,
I got a long way to go.
She didn't say no:
She said: "Hell, no."

Ah.

Written by Toby Keith and Scott Emerick

My buddy said his girlfriend is as pretty as can be.
He said: "Help a brother out tonight,
"An' come double date with me."
"She's got a baby sister and they're headed into town.
"An' they're lookin' for a good time,
"They're fun to be around."

I said what do she look like?
He scratched his head and stated:
"She was a home comin' football queen before she graduated.
"We'll wine and dine and do 'em fine,
"An' really double date 'em.
"Then take 'em back to the Motel Six an' try to seperate 'em."

An' they showed up in a pick up truck:
They were right on time.
His was kinda hefty,
But not half as big as mine.

I'm runnin' block: turn the lights down low.
Runnin' block: don't want no one to know,
That I tried to drink her skinny,
But she's still about 215,
Sometimes you got to bow up
And take one for the team.

She cleaned her plate at dinner,
Then she ate what's left of mine.
Then she wolfed down a big cheesecake,
As I drank all the wine.
She strolled out to the patio for an after dinner cig:
I said: "Bro' you've done her this time and are gonna owe me big."

You know why?
'Cause my brother's havin' a party.
Thought you oughta know.
He's got co-eds swimmin naked:
Reason I can't go.

I'm runnin' block: turn the lights down low.
Runnin' block: sure don't want no one to know,
That I tried to drink her skinny,
But she's still about 215,
Sometimes you got to bow up
Just take one for the team.

(Now bow up boys.)

When we got back to the motel,
I kicked up my feet.
Then she put me in a headlock, said: "Snuggle up with me."
My buddy finished early an when he walked through the door,
I was layin' there half naked,
She had me pinned down to the floor.

Son, I can't believe you caught me,
This big ol' jelly roll.
You can laugh at me tomorrow,
But you can't ever tell a soul.

That I'm runnin' block: turn the lights down low.
Runnin' block: don't want no one to know,
That I tried to drink her skinny,
But she's still about 215,
Sometimes you got to bow up
Just take one for the team.