Текст песни TOBY KEITH - The Critic
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Текст песни TOBY KEITH - The Critic
Tell it like it isHe gets up real early on his mornin' driveDown to the office for his 9 to 5He drives a 94' two tone economy carLoves to tell the local bands down at the barThat he's the critic, yeah I can hook you up( )I know everybody in the businessHe flunked junior high band he couldn't march in timeHe tried to write a song once, but he couldn't make it rhymeHe learned 2 or 3 chords on a pawn shop guitarHe just never quite had what it took to be a starSo he's a critic I work for the gazette manI got a real jobHe did a 5 star column on a band you never heardHe did a bluegrass review without an unkind wordHe thought it was time to ask his boss for a raiseHis boss said I can't even tell if anybody's even readin' your pageyeahSo he thought and he thought a little moreHe caught a young hot star headed into townThen he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy downHere come the letters, the emails, the he faxesThey raised him to 20 thousand dollars after taxesHe's a happy critic yeahHe's rollin' in the doughMan I could do this foreverThis is easyThey're all readin' my columnPlease don't tell my mamaThat I write the music column for the gazetteShe still thinks, that I play piano down at the cathouseLet's get funky with this now boys Play it onCome on ShannonThere's ol' Bill jumpin' inGlenn's layin' it downCome on ShannonAah My man SteveMan my fingers are gettin' tired Ya'll gonna have to hurryThis snappin' thing wearin' me outTheres ol Shannon guess he was on a coffee breakThey're gonna love you cause they already love meYeah It's the critic