Toby Keith - Hit It lyrics
[Toby Keith - Hit It lyrics]
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There’s a gentleman down in Lynch burg
On the south side of Tennessee
He started cooking that home made 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 ole’ buddy's
But Jack Daniels is a friend of mine
You got to hit it
Get it while the getting good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can’t quit it wouldn't if I could
Sure beats sitting around
Knock, knock, knocking on wood get with it
While your biding your time
Playing that ready or not
I’m gonna take my shot pop gotta hit it
She was standing behind the eight ball
Looking like trouble in a short skirt
Hell on heels about yay tall
Making it work, making it work
The money was on the table
My eyes were out of the socket
She caught me bent down in front of the ball
And the eight ball in the corner pocket
Hit it get it while the getting’s good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can’t quit it wouldn't if I could
Sure ain't sitting here
Knock, knock, knocking on wood get with it
While your biding your time
Playing that ready or not
I’m gonna take my shot pop gotta hit it
Gotta hit it
Got a pool shark honey
And a pocket full of money
And a bottle of ole’JD
You can jump on the bus and party with us
But, if your running with me running with me
There’s a gentleman down in Lynch burg
On the south side of Tennessee
He started cooking that home made 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 ole’ buddy's
But Jack Daniels is a friend of mine
You got to hit it
Get it while the getting good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can’t quit it wouldn't if I could
Sure beats sitting around
Knock, knock, knocking on wood get with it
While your biding your time
Playing that ready or not
I’m gonna take my shot pop gotta hit it
She was standing behind the eight ball
Looking like trouble in a short skirt
Hell on heels about yay tall
Making it work, making it work
The money was on the table
My eyes were out of the socket
She caught me bent down in front of the ball
And the eight ball in the corner pocket
Hit it get it while the getting’s good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can’t quit it wouldn't if I could
Sure ain't sitting here
Knock, knock, knocking on wood get with it
While your biding your time
Playing that ready or not
I’m gonna take my shot pop gotta hit it
Gotta hit it
Got a pool shark honey
And a pocket full of money
And a bottle of ole’JD
You can jump on the bus and party with us
But, if your running with me running with me