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I see her layin’ by the poolside everyday

She ain’t got a lot on

She ain’t got a lot to say

She wouldn’t look my way

But buddy what do you expect

I’m just the fix it up boy at the apartment complex

Then she’ll go out dancing bout 7:15

Climb into the back of a long limousine

I know she’s goin’, she’s goin’, downtown

I’m goin’ downtown too, and take a look around

She’s my baby doll

She’s my beauty queen

She’s my movie star

Best I’ve ever seen

I ain’t hooked it up yet

But I’m tryin’ hard as I can

It’s just a high maintenance woman

Don’t want no maintenance man

I’m just sittin’ around waitin’ on a telephone call

That the water pipe exploded in her living room wall

If your washer and dryer need a repair

You know the handyman’s waitin’ and he’ll be right there

24 hours 7 days a week

If it’s gettin clogged up or maybe startin’ to leak

Just ring up my number baby give me a try

You know I got all the tools and I can satisfy





I ain’t asked her out yet

‘Cause I don’t know if a can

You see a high maintenance woman






I ain’t hooked it up yet

But I’m tryin’ hard as I can

It’s just a high maintenance woman


Ain’t no high maintenance woman

Gonna fall for a maintenance man

Sometimes think that war is necessary

Every night I pray for peace on Earth

I hand out my dollars to the homeless

But believe that every able soul should work

My Father gave me my shotgun

That I’ll hand down to my son

Try to teach him everything it means

I’m a man of my convictions

Call me wrong

Call me right

But I bring my better angels to every fight

You may not like where I’m goin’

But you sure know where I stand

Hate me if you want to

Love me if you can

I stand by my right to speak freely

But I worry ‘bout what kids learn from TV

And before all the debating turns to angry words and hate

Sometimes we should just agree to disagree

I believe that Jesus

Looks down here and sees us

If you ask him he would say


Call me wrong

Call me right


You may not like where I’m

goin’



Love me if you can


Call me wrong

Call me right


You may not like where I’m

goin’



Love me if you can

Yeah the whole town came out to watchThe day they paved the parking lotSomebody hung a ribbon upAnd then they cut it downThat big white rose upon that sign Put innocence in all our livesWe could see it’s neon lightHalf a mile outGas was 50 cents a gallonThey put it in for youThey bump your tires and check your oil And wash your windows tooAnd we’d shine those cars bright as brightWe’d go park underneath that lightStare out at the prairie skiesThere was nothing else to do

Now there’s plywood for glass

Where the windows all got smashed

And there’s just a chunk of concrete

Where those old pumps used to stand

There’s a couple of cars

Half out of the ground

And that old sign still spins round and round

I guess the White Rose fill-in station’s just a

memory now

And the girls would spend a couple a bucks

Just to meet the boys working at the pumps

They grow up and fall in love

And they’ve all moved away

Strangers used to stop and ask

How far they’d driven off the map

And then they built that overpass

And now they stay out on the highway

‘Cause there’s plywood for glass

Where the windows all got smashed

And there’s just a chunk of concrete

Where those old pumps used to stand

There’s a couple of cars

Half out of the ground

And that old sign still spins round and round

I guess the White Rose fill-in station’s

just a memory now

That neon sign was the heart and soulIn this old one-horse town

And it’s like it lost its will to liveThe day they shut it down

Now there’s plywood for glassWhere the windows all got smashedAnd there’s just a chunk of concrete

Where those old pumps used to standThere’s a couple of cars

Half out of the groundAnd that old sign still spins round and roundI guess the White Rose fill-in station’s just

a memory nowYeah that old White Rose fill-in

station’s just a memory now

Well, standing in the sunYou’re lyin’ down the ????? West Texas floorWe were really something boy

Back in our timeWe broke a lot of heartsAnd we made a lot of dime

Pump Jack pump JackPump a little moreDaddy’s ??? at the general storeGentleman’s dime don’t float too long Pump Jack pump before my good man’s gone

Well I lost my baby to wildcat ?Fueled by the crude and the gasolineIt’s hard to settle down when the lights go downThe oil burn hot until the oil burns out

Pump Jack pump Jack

Pump a little more

Daddy’s ??? at the general store

Gentleman’s dime don’t float too long

Pump Jack pump before my good man’s gone

Standing in the panhandle

Cousin ???

Wishing like the devil

Praying like hell

At the end of that string is a pot of black gold

Sitting in the bottom of another ??

Pump Jack pump Jack

Pump a little more

Daddy’s ??? at the general store

Gentleman’s dime don’t float that long

Pump Jack pump before my good man’s gone

There’s a gentleman down in LynchburgOn the South side of Tennessee

He started cookin’ that homemade whiskeyHe had his own little recipe

Now his name’s on a million labelsYou can see it on a billboard sign

Got a lot of good ol’ moneyBut Jack Daniels is a friend of mine

You gotta hit itGet while the gettin’s good

Kick the tires and pop that hoodCan’t quit itWouldn’t if I couldSure beats sitting ‘round Knock, knock, knockin’ on wood

Get with itWhile you bide your timePlaying that radio loudI’m gonna take my shotI gotta hit itShe was standing behind the eight-ballLooking like trouble in a short skirt

Hell on heels about yay tallJust makin’ it work, makin’ it workNow the money was on the tableMy eyes were out of the socket

She ___ in front of the ball

And sank the eight-ball in the corner pocket

You gotta hit itGet while the gettin’s goodKick the tires and pop that hoodCan’t quit itWouldn’t if I couldSure beats sitting ‘round Knock, knock, knockin’ on woodGet with itWhile you bide your timePlaying that radio loudI’m gonna take my shotI gotta hit it

Gotta hit it

Got a pool shark honey Pocket full of moneyAnd a bottle of old JDYou can jump on the busParty with usBut if you’re runnin’ with me, runnin’ with meYou gotta hit itGet while the gettin’s goodKick the tires and pop that hoodCan’t quit itWouldn’t if I couldSure beats sitting ‘round Knock, knock, knockin’ on woodGet with itWhile you bide your timePlaying that radio loudI’m gonna take my shotI gotta hit it

Come on

Pump Jack pump before my

good man’s gone

Pump Jack pump Jack

Pump a little more

Pump Jack pump Jack

Pump a little more

Pump Jack pump Jack

Pump a little more

Come on

Pump Jack pump Jack

Pump a little more

I’m gonna get my drink on

I’m gonna hear me a sad song

My baby just left home

I didn’t treat her right

Right here’s where I belong

I’m gonna stay ‘til the money’s gone

If it takes me all night long

I’m gonna get my drink on

Well I got some little problems

And the only way to solve ‘em

Is a surefire way I know

And when the going gets tough

Well the tough get goin’

To the little bar down the road

I’m gonna get my drink onI’m gonna hear me a sad songMy baby just left homeI didn’t treat her rightRight here’s where I belongI’m gonna stay ‘til the money’s goneIf it takes me all night longI’m gonna get my drink onThere’s a cold barstoolFor a hot-headed fool And I’m gonna hop right to itOr a seat at a table With a jug of Black LabelIf a 12-pack won’t quite do it

I’m gonna get my drink onI’m gonna hear me a sad songMy baby just left homeI didn’t treat her rightRight here’s where I belongI’m gonna stay ‘til the money’s goneIf it takes me all night longI’m gonna get my drink on

Hey goodbye Senorita

You sure been a friend of mine

She said “Well adios amigo

Some other place, some other time”

Then we’d drink a shot of tequila

Baby ‘till we meet again

She just said “I’ll see ya

Wouldn’t wanna be ya

There ain’t no easy way to say it

It’s time for me to fly

Yeah my truck is packed and runnin’

I’m headed out West tonight

I’ve stayed longer in Brownsville

I ever thought I would

I hope I didn’t make any promises baby

You were great, it was good

So goodbye Senorita

You sure been a friend of mine

She said “Well adios amigo

Some other place, some other time”

Then we’d drink a shot of tequila

Baby ‘till we meet again

She just said “I’ll see ya

Wouldn’t wanna be ya”

I made it out to TucsonWhere I turned my truck aroundI started barrelin’ down that highway, boyBack to that Texas townThe highway sign said BrownsvilleA hundred and sixteen milesI guess there’s a first time for everythingYeah I think I’m gonna stay awhile

Well, hello SenoritaI’ve sure missed a friend of mineShe said “Well welcome back amigoMan you sure took your sweet time”Then we drink a shot of tequilaShe said “Baby ‘till ya leave againSo good to see yaWouldn’t wanna be ya

It sure is good to see yaWouldn’t wanna be ya

Well Jo the bartender She’s a mighty good friender And she likes my companyWhen she says last call for alcoholThat won’t apply much to me

I’m gonna get my drink onI’m gonna hear me a sad songMy baby just left homeI didn’t treat her rightRight here’s where I belongI’m gonna stay ‘til the money’s goneIf it takes me all night longI’m gonna get my drink on

If it takes me all night longGonna get my drink onI’m gonna get my drink on

Well I’m a Big Dog Daddy

You know my face

And the joint starts rockin’

When I walk in the place

The band starts thumpin’

Those rhythm guitars

And the dance floors’s jumpin’

To the back of the bar

Everybody looks better in the neon light

When a plan comes together on a Saturday night

Yeah the parking lot’s packed

And that’s a pretty good sign

I take it right in the back

I don’t stand in line

The boys all lookin’ and a hittin’ their spots

And the girls start shaking everything that they got

When a little cat mama gets ready to ride

I got a Lincoln Continental waitin’ right outside

I’m a Big Dog Daddy

Hey Big Dog Daddy

Boys stand back and the girls are gettin’ catty

Somethin’ goin’ down with the Big Dog Daddy

You gotta stay out late

If you’re makin’ the rounds

‘Cuz there’s a lot of good joints on the way downtown

I got some good buddies that can rock all night

They ain’t lookin’ for trouble but they know how

to fight

If your girl starts acting like she’s one-of-

a-kind

You grab the next one standin’ at the

head of the line

Big Dog Daddy

Just Big Dog Daddy

Got ‘em all screamin’ from here to

Cincinnati

It’s hard to compete with the Big Dog

Daddy

Big Dog Daddy

Just Big Dog Daddy

Boys stand back and the girls are gettin’

catty

Somethin’ goin’ down with the Big Dog

Big Dog

Big Dog Daddy

Just Big Dog Daddy

Boys stand back and the girls are gettin’

catty


Got ‘em all screamin’ from here to Cincinnati

It’s hard to compete with the Big Dog Daddy

Well I’m a Big Dog Daddy

You know my face

And the joint starts rockin’

When I walk in the place

The band starts thumpin’

Those rhythm guitars

And the dance floor’s jumpin’

To the back of the bar

Everybody looks better in the neon light

When a plan comes together on a Saturday night

Yeah the parking lot’s packed

And that’s a pretty good sign

I take it right in the back

I don’t stand in line

The boys all lookin’ and a hittin’ their spots

And the girls start shakin’ everything that they got

When a little cat mama gets ready to ride

I got a Lincoln Continental waitin’ right outside

I’m a Big Dog Daddy

Hey Big Dog Daddy



You gotta stay out late

If you’re makin’ the rounds

‘Cuz there’s a lot of good joints on the way

downtown

I got some good buddies that can rock all night

They ain’t lookin’ for trouble but they know

how to fight

If your girl starts acting like she’s one-

of-a-kind

You grab the next one standin’ at the head

of the line

Big Dog Daddy

Just Big Dog Daddy

Got ‘em all screamin’ from here to

Cincinnati


Big Dog Daddy

Just Big Dog Daddy


Somethin’ goin’ down with the Big Dog

Big Dog

Big Dog Daddy

Just Big Dog Daddy



Got ‘em all screamin’ from here to Cincinnati


I see you standin’ in the sun

Like an iron dinosaur

Got your tired head restin’

On a West Texas floor

We were really something son

Back in our time

Yeah we broke a lot of hearts

And we made a lot of dimes

Pump Jack pump Jack

Pump a little more

‘Cause Daddy’s cut it thin

At the general store

Gentleman’s dime don’t float that long

Hey pump Jack pump before my good name’s gone

You know I lost my baby to a wildcat dream

I was fueled by the crude and the gasoline

It’s hard to settle down with a roustabout

That oil burns hot ‘till the oil burns out

Pump Jack pump Jack

Pump a little more

‘Cause Daddy’s cut it thin

At the general store

A gentleman’s dime don’t float that long

Hey pump Jack pump before my good name’s gone

There’s no need to apologizeThis happens time and time againAs soon as somebody lays their eyes on herThey dial right inI watched you sneak a lookFrom the other side of the floorAnd as I danced her by I watched you steal one moreYou don’t have to tell me she’s beautifulYou don’t have to say things like one-of-a-kindYou don’t have to wonder if she loves me manI know that’s crossed your mindSeems like everywhere we goThere’s always somebody staring at herYeah I know she hung the moonI’m the one that held the ladder

Now if you had half a chanceYou’d probably make a playAh but if you were to ask her to danceShe’d only turn you away

So you’ll never ever knowBut buddy if you were in my shoesYou’d see that she’s just as pretty on the inside tooYou don’t have to tell me she’s beautifulYou don’t have to say things like one-of-a-kindYou don’t have to wonder if she loves me manI know that’s crossed your mindSeems like everywhere we goThere’s always somebody staring at herYeah I know she hung the moonI’m the one that held the ladderYeah I know she hung the moon‘Cause I’m the one that held the ladder

There’s no need to apologizeThis happens time and time again

Standin’ in the panhandleCussin’ this wellWishing like the devilPraying like hellAt the end of this string is a pot of black goldSittin’ in the bottom of another giant hole

Pump Jack pump JackPump a little moreYou know that Daddy’s cut it thin At the general storeA gentleman’s dime don’t float that long Hey pump Jack pump before my good name’s gone

Yeah pump Jack pump before my good name’s gone

Pump Jack pump JackPump a little morePump Jack pump JackPump a little moreYeah pump Jack pump JackPump a little morePump Jack pump JackPump a little more

Walk it offPick up all the pieces of your broken heart

You don’t have to worry.She don’t care no moreShe ain’t there no more

Hit the wall‘Cause no one you can call is gonna ease your pain

So take your torn umbrella out into the rainWalk it off

RunBoy you were born to run

Now the day has comeShe’s left you standin’ still

So deal How does it feel

To have to face the factShe ain’t comin’ back

Walk it off(repeat)

Walk it offThough you might not ever see her face againSittin’ here alone just scares you half to death

Boy don’t hold your breath

Walk it off

The needle showed the gas was low

And three dollars in my pocket

Her beauty got the best of me

And she didn’t try to stop it

On a dead end road nobody knows

A thing about but me

We parked that old Ford pickup truck

Under that cypress treeTurnin’ midnight

Burnin’ moon light

Yeah I was off and runnin’My fingers through her hairYou could cut the passionWith a knifeIn that southern midnight airI kissed her sweet on that pickup seatAs my blue jeans hit the floorHer body heatAnd my cold bare feetPressed up against the doorTurnin’ midnightBurnin’ moon light Oh I still feel the same about youI can’t spend the night without youYou still move meTurnin’ midnightBurnin’ moon lightIt happened fastJust like thatIt didn’t take us longLike smoke rings off my cigaretteOur innocence was goneAnd I wanted to say somethingBut I buttoned up insteadShe sat there and brushed her hairAnd a smile was all she saidTurnin’ midnightBurnin’ moon lightGirl I still feel the same about youI can’t spend the night without youYou still move meTurnin’ midnightBurnin’ moon light

C’mon

There’s a gentleman down in Lynchburg

On the South side of Tennessee

He started cookin’ that homemade whiskey

Had his own little recipe

Now his name’s on a million labels

And you can see it on a billboard sign

Got a lot of good ol’ buddies

But Jack Daniels is a friend of mine

You gotta hit it

Get it while the gettin’s good

Kick the tires and pop that hood

I can’t quit it

Wouldn’t if I could

Sure beats sittin’ around

Knock, knock, knockin’ on wood

Get with it

While you’re bidin’ your time

Playin’ that ready or not

I’m gonna take my shot

Pop gotta hit it

She was standin’ behind the eight-ball

Lookin’ like trouble in a short skirt

Hell on heels about yay tall

Makin’ it work, makin’ it w

ork

The money was on the table

My eyes were out of the socket

She caught me bent down in front of the ball

And sank the eight-ball in the corner pocket

Hit it

Get it while the gettin’s goodKick the tires and pop that hood

I can’t quit itWouldn’t if I couldSure ain’t sittin’ hereKnock, knock, knockin’ on wood

Get with itWhile you’re bidin’ your timePlayin’ that ready or not

I’m gonna take my shotPop gotta hit it

Gotta hit itGot a pool shark honey

And a pocket full of moneyAnd a bottle of old JD

You can jump on the busAnd party with usBut if you’re runnin’ with me, runnin’ with me

Hit itGet it while the gettin’s goodKick the tires and pop that hood

I can’t quit itWouldn’t if I couldSure ain’t sittin’ around Knock, knock, knockin’ on wood

Get with itWhile you’re bidin’ your timePlayin’ that ready or not

I’m gonna take my shotPop gonna hit itYeah I’m gonna hit it

Produced by Toby KeithBig Dog Daddy & Hit It : Co-Produced by - Tom Bukovac

Recorded at Ocean Way Studios, Scruggs Sound

Mixed at The Kitten KlubRecorded & mixed by Mills Logan

Assisted by Brien SagerAdditional Protools Editing by Jed Hackett

Mastered by Ken Love at Master Mix

Musicians:Drums – Shannon Forrest, Chad Cromwell

Percussion – Eric Darken

Bass – Glenn Worf, Dave Pomeroy

Electric Guitar – Kenny Greenberg, Tom Bukovac,

Brent Mason, Jerry McPherson

Acoustic Guitar – Randy Scruggs, Mac McAnally

Piano/Keys – Clayton Ivy, Steve Nathan

Pedal Steel Guitar – Paul Franklin

Fiddle/Mandolin – Aubrey Haynie

Strings - Jonathan Yudkin

Dobro – Rob Ickes, Paul Franklin

Background Vocals – Toby Keith, Perry Coleman,

Joanna Robertson, Becky Robertson,

Emily Robertson

A&R Director: Bud FoxCreative Director: Elaine Schock, Meredith LouieArt Direction: Darren Welch, Anderson Thomas Design, Inc.Design: Brian Bobel, Anderson Thomas Design, Inc.Photography: Richard McLaren Paul Natkin – Live Photographer

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High Maintenance Woman

Written by Toby Keith, Tim Wilson and Danny Simpson

© 2007 Franklin Road Music (BMI)

All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Love Me If You CanWritten by Craig Wiseman & Chris Wallin

© 2007 Big Loud Shirt (ASCAP) / Music Of Windswept

(ASCAP) / Songs Of Bud Dog Music / Wallerin’ Music. All

rights o/b/o Songs Of Bud Dog Music (ASCAP) / Wallerin’

Music (ASCAP) administered by Music Of Windswept.


White RoseWritten by Fred Eaglesmith

© 1996 Bash Music. All rights o/b/o Bash Music (ASCAP)

administered by Bluewater Music Services Corp.


Get My Drink OnWritten by Toby Keith, Scotty Emerick & Dean Dillon

© 2007 Franklin Road Music (BMI) / Florida Room Music.

All rights o/b/o Florida Room Music (BMI) administered by

BPJ Administration / Sony/ATV Tree Publishing / Unwound

Music (BMI).All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Wouldn’t Wanna Be YaWritten by Toby Keith and Scotty Emerick

© 2007 Franklin Road Music (BMI) / Florida Room Music.

All rights o/b/o Florida Room Music (BMI) administered by

BPJ Administration. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Big Dog DaddyWritten by Toby Keith © 2007 Franklin Road Music (BMI)


I Know She Hung The MoonWritten by Toby Keith and Scotty Emerick© 2007 Tokeco Tunes (BMI) / Sony/ATV Tree Publishing / Big Yellow Dog Music (BMI) All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Pump JackWritten by Toby Keith and Bobby Pinson © 2007 Franklin Road Music (BMI) / Music Of Stage Three (BMI) / Bobby’s Song And Salvage. All rights o/b/o Bobby’s Song And Salvage (BMI) administered by Stage Three Music Inc. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Burnin’ MoonlightWritten by Toby Keith, Scotty Emerick & Dean Dillon© 2007 Franklin Road Music (BMI) / Florida Room Music. All rights o/b/o Florida Room Music (BMI) administered by BPJ Administration / Sony/ATV Tree Publishing / Unwound Music (BMI)All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Walk It OffWritten by Toby Keith and Scotty Emerick© 2005 Tokeco Tunes (BMI) / Florida Room Music. All rights o/b/o Florida Room Music (BMI) administered by BPJ Administration. All rights reserved. Used by permission.

Hit ItWritten by Toby Keith and Craig Wiseman © 2007 Franklin Road Music (BMI) / Big Loud Shirt (ASCAP) All rights reserved. Used by permission.

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