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Hot Rod Sleigh – Toby Keith

I saw one of Santa’s helpers at the grocery store today
He was standin’ at the front door givin’ candy canes away
And I told him I was worried about a certain situation
How’s Santa gonna get here with this risin’ population

He said, I talked to the north pole sometime late last week
And it seems that dear ol’ Santa has got somethin’ up his sleeve
As I leaned in to listen, he whispered in my hear
He said, don’t you dare repeat a single word of this, you hear

He said, boss man’s all excited ’cause his new sled’s almost ready
And they say he’s got it painted up, looks just like Richard Petty’s
And Rudolph and the reindeer, they’re lookin’ long and mean
It’s the fastest, highest flyin’ winter wonderland machine
I ain’t seen it for myself, but I heard say
Santa Claus has got a hot rod sleigh

It’s got a heater in the floorboard ’cause he’s gettin’ old, you know
And a windshield with the wipers should he happen on some snow
Landin’ lights of red and white all stuck along the side
So he can spot the rooftops as he’s fallin’ from the sky

He’s got a king-size toy bin, locks in all the latches
And a big old custom air seat with a safety belt that matches
Only thing about it that worries him a heap
Is that he might be here just long before the children get to sleep

He said, boss man’s all excited ’cause his new sled’s almost ready
And they say he’s got it painted up, looks just like Richard Petty’s
And Rudolph and the reindeer, they’re lookin’ long and mean
It’s the fastest, highest flyin’ winter wonderland machine
I ain’t seen it for myself, but I heard say
Santa Claus has got a hot rod sleigh

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Well, I ain’t seen it for myself, but I heard say
Santa Claus has got a hot rod sleigh

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Get Out of My Car – Toby Keith

I like your banjo in there

Girl, you drank all my beer
And the whiskey’s all gone
I’m sittin’ here
Ready to get it on

You got me thinkin’ you won’t
You got me thinkin’ you might
And it’s 3 o’clock in the mornin’
And I can’t beat around the bush all night

We’ve already kissed
(We’ve already kissed)
We’ve already danced
(We’ve already danced)

You’re wonderin’ if
You ought to put on your shoes
Or pull down your pants
(Come on, pull down your pants)

What would it hurt?
Pull off that shirt
Babe, we’ve already come this far
Get out of your clothes
Or get out of my car

Whichever you choose
I’m ready to go
I could take you to the house, baby
Or I can drive it on home

We can do it right here
Or do it somewhere else
But make up your mind
Do something quick
Or I’m gonna do it myself

We’ve already kissed
(We’ve already kissed)
And we’ve already danced
(We’ve already danced)

You’re wonderin’ if
You ought to put on your shoes
Or pull down your pants
(Come on, pull down your pants)

What would it hurt?
Take off that shirt
Babe, we’ve already come this far
Get out of your clothes
Or get out of my car

We’re gonna drive around a little while then
Let’s do it over here in the middle, babe

We’ve already kissed
(We’ve already kissed)
We’ve already danced
(We’ve already danced)

And you’re wonderin’ if
You oughta pull off my boots
Or pull down your pants
(Come on, pull down your pants)

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Hey, what would it hurt?
Take off that shirt
Babe, we’ve already come this far
Get out of your clothes
Or get out of my car
(Get out of my car)

I got out of my clothes
She got out of my car

What’s up, babe?
Bye, bye, boredom

Strike 3

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Chug-A-Lug – Toby Keith

Chug-a-lug chug a lug
Make ya wanna holla hidy hoe,
Burns your tummy don’t you know
Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug

Grape wine in a mason jar
Homemade and brought to school
By a friend of mine after class
Me and him and this other fool
Decided that we’ll drink up whats left
chug-a-lug so I helped myself
first time for everything
umm my ears still ring

Chug-a-lug Chug-a-lug
Make u wanna holla hidy hoe,
Burns your tummy don’t you know
Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug

4 H and an FFA
On a field trip to the farm
Me and friend sneek off behind
This big old barn
Where we uncovered a covered up
Moonshine still
And we thought we’d drink our fill
And I swallowed it with a smile
ohh I run ten mile

Chug-a-lug chug a lug
Make u wanna holla hidy hoe,
Burns your tummy don’t you know
Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug

Jukebox and sawdust floor
Somthin’ like i’ve never seen
Heck I’m just going on 15,
But with the help of my fanaglein’ uncle
I get snuk in for my first taste of sin
I said let me have a big old sip
bbbb i done a double back flip

Chug-a-lug chug a lug
Make u wanna holla hidy hoe,
Burns your tummy don’t you know
Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chig a chagle uh

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Scat Cat – Toby Keith

Well momma’s in the kitchen cooking Irish stew
Daddy’s in the hollow and he’s cooking something too
Daddy makes a whiskey, momma say the prayer
I fly up and down the backroads
It’s a family affair

And I know the day is coming
My luck will run its course
Got to slow down with a woman
Ride a faster horse
If a bullet doesn’t find me
They’ll let me rot in jail
Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail

Now the old man’s hard on my Momma, but he’s harder on his son
Momma always told me first chance that you get boy, cut and run
I got whiskey in the backseat, momma it’ll be alright
I got one more run I got to make, a little rough tonight

And I know the day is coming
My luck will run its course
Got to slow down with a woman
Ride a faster horse
If a bullet doesn’t find me
They’ll let me rot in jail
Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail

Now wrong ain’t always wicked
Law ain’t always right
If a young man has a breaking point
Then the lawman has a price
I let the sheriff catch me
I got a pistol too
I made him an offer that he could not refuse

We took that load of whiskey
We went to Little Rock
I left him handcuffed at the airport
Long term parking lot

And I knew the day was coming
My luck would run its course
Never slowed down with a woman
Never found a faster horse
But a bullet didn’t find me
I ain’t rotting in no jail
Scat cat, you’ve got gravy on your tail
Gravy, scat cat

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