Keep 'Em On They Toes

Keep ‘Em On They Toes

Keep ‘Em on They Toes
Shut Up And Sing
Good Times And Good Love
Sometimes I’m a Clown
This Side Of The River
Dust Under My Rug
Soapbox
When You Go
The World Is Ending
Little Stuff

Keep ‘Em On They Toes

Written by Brent Cobb & Layne Cobb

If you ever grow up
One thing you’ll find
Most people that you meet
Just about out their mind
They try to tell you how to live
They try to tell you how to die
They tell you don’t get too low, but don’t get too high
The best thing you can do is don’t listen too close
Walk on to your own beat
Keep ‘em on they toes

Keep ‘em on they toes
Your business outta sight
Make ‘em look left if you’re gonna hang a right
If the pot’s hot don’t let ‘em see your hand
Make ‘em gotta know what they wouldn’t understand
The best thing you can do when the ignorance shows
Is walk on to your own beat
Keep ‘em on they toes

If you never grow up you oughta stay that way
You can’t learn what you ain’t gotta change
Just listen to your heart, listen to the rain
Listen to whatever it is that keeps you sane
I don’t have to tell it cause you already know
Walk on to your own beat
Keep ‘em on they toes

I don’t have to tell it cause y’all already know
Walk on to your own beat
And keep ‘em on they toes

Shut Up And Sing

Written by Brent Cobb & Layne Cobb

I was told not long ago that I can’t talk the way I do
Singers shouldn’t share their current affairs or worldly views
Sayin’ something off the wall just might bend folks outta shape
Hard workin’ people spend their paychecks to show up and escape
So put a plug in what you think
Man, shut up and sing

So I pulled out my guitar and I gave it a strum
And I thought about the way I’d lay it out there if one
Lone song was all I had to make it all make it all make half sense
To put some heart back on the forefront
Collective consciousness
Can’t be dead as my six strings
I wondered what would I shut up and sing

Then it hit me

Shut up and sing
Lord, have mercy
on all us earthly fools
There’s poison in our rhetoric and bullets in our schools
So I’ll sing what the hell is going on around here
Let’s take these blinders off our eyes and pull the cotton from our ears
Until somebody says somethin’ that means something
I’ll shut up and sing

Sometimes saying nothing says it all and then some more
Conjecture causes bull and fuels unnecessary wars
Poets know hiding the truth somewhere between the lines
Somehow makes it seem worth more for those looking to find
Some answers to the troubles this life brings so they
Shut up and sing

Shut up and sing
Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do
There’s shouting from the mountains down to south border towns too
Shut up and sing
What the hell is going on around here
Let’s take these blinders off our eyes and pull the cotton from our ears
Until somebody says somethin’ that means something
I’ll shut up and sing

Songs got ways of going places folks have never been
From one side of the world, round and round and back again
Universal unity aint realistic, naw
Aw, but who says we can’t run one for the hell of it all
You never know how true a melody might ring ‘till
You shut up and sing

Good Times And Good Love

Written by Brent Cobb & Luke Bryan

Good times and good love don’t last forever
That’s too bad because those are two things I really like
You know you make the good times even better
So let’s get together and make some good love last all night

I've had more fun than any one man should be allowed
Writing songs and singing ‘em to my kind of crowd
If I’ve learned one thing from my Honky Tonk heroes
It's when a girl like you shows up, a man settles down

Cause good times and good love don’t last forever
That’s too bad because those are two things I really like
You know you make the good times even better
So let’s get together and make some good love last all night

It’d be a sin to pretend this is forever
That that full moon will hang on by a thread for all time
Oh but the truth is we got each other for right now
Got to make it count cause that morning sun is sure enough bound to shine

Darlin’ good times and good love don’t last forever
That’s too bad because those are two things I really like
You know you make the good times even better
So let’s together and make this good love last all night
Let’s get together and make this good love last all night

Sometimes I’m A Clown

Written by Brent Cobb, Neil Mason, and Jeff Hyde

She works a job, I work another
Too rich to be broke, too broke to be covered
In case of an emergency, call God
Tell him we’re fine
Our first child just turned four
And I’m proud to say here comes one more
Wonder what we’re gonna get done with all of this free time

Oh, sometimes I’m a clown
But the future ain’t no joke
The days just don’t slow down
The punch line’s funny ‘till you choke
And I keep my act sincere
Happy faces in the crowd
Laughing through the tears
Oh, sometimes I’m a clown

Sun every morning, a pie to the face
But this rat in the wheel is still in the race, hey
There’s no sweat keepin’ the pace when you’re barely getting by
I tend to bite off more than I can chew
Just trying to fill these oversized shoes
You can’t lose those red nose blues, Lord, if you don’t try

Straight outta the cannon into the dirt
Oh, but baby is the daisy in the front pocket of my shirt

This Side Of The River

Written by Brent Cobb

On this side of the river
The forest is clear, trees disappear
The bank is half green grass and muddy
If you wanna get your feet wet, you gotta watch your step
The current is swift and ever-changing
Swimming can be cold so bring a long cane pole
Even the catfish say, the chicken liver
Is a better bite on this side of the river

But I’ve never seen this overflowing stream from the other side
Over there it could be nice
I thought about it twice
The first time was on a stormy Monday
By Tuesday, the blues flooded through my mind
I knew where I’d reside

On this side of the river
It’s warm and cozy, neighbors ain’t nosy
It’s where I grew up
And the rest of my family
I can’t help it if I know no better than this
Besides I like it here
So I guess God damn me
Where the risk is low, the water is high
On this side of the river

On this side of the river
The forest is clear, trees disappear
Even the catfish say, the chicken liver
Is a bloodier bite, on this side of the river

Dust Under My Rug

Written by Brent Cobb, Wyatt McCubbin, and Joshua Taylor

Now, don’t sweep your dust under my rug
Don't hang your laundry on my line
Don’t drag my name through your mud
Cause things just might get dirty if you try

If the shoe don’t fit don't wear it
If it does beware
Don’t sweep your dust under my rug

I pay my debt the way I want to
And I feed my babies when they cry
What I’m smoking don’t concern you
You know I eat my mushrooms chicken fried

If the shoe don’t fit don’t wear it
If it does beware
Don’t sweep your dust under my rug

I don’t raid your beer fridge when I’m thirsty
I don’t ring your doorbell after nine
I don’t call your lover when I’m lonely
So don’t you even let your big toe cross that line

Now if the shoe don’t fit don't wear it
If it does beware
Don’t sweep your dust under my rug
Don’t sweep your dust under my rug
Better not to sweep your dust under my rug
Don’t sweep your dust under my rug
Don’t sweep your dust under my rug
Better not sweep your dust under my rug

Soapbox

Written by Brent Cobb & Patrick Cobb

Well the crowd goes crazy when catastrophe strikes
Nobody’s feelings seem to come out right
Talk is cheap and common sense ain’t commonly found
I try not to pay attention, keep on having my fun
Minding my own, I’ll be a son of a gun
If old so and so down the road don’t like it a bit
I keep side steppin’, they keep throwin’ me shit

I don’t preach no tricks, don’t talk politics
I’m just a casual singer holding my stones and my sticks
If I got a problem my job is pour my heart in a song
Well, hot dog, your opinion is louder than mine
You might wear out my nerves, but you ain’t changing my mind
by, good God, let’s hop off the soap box and get along

Well there ain’t no kitchen fittin’ all of these cooks
If you’re cravin’ bacon you might get dirty looks
So what? Damn, suck it up and wash it down
I believe having passion is worth more than gold
That tellin’ the truth don’t ever get old
Sometimes, Lord, all we can do is fight
It might drive me crazy, but it won’t be tonight

I don’t preach no tricks, don’t talk politics
I’m just a casual singer holding my stones and my sticks
If I got a problem my job is pour my heart in a song
Well, hot dog, your opinion is louder than mine
You might wear out my nerves, but you ain’t changing my mind
By good God, let’s hop off the soap box and get along

Get along

I don’t preach no tricks, don’t talk politics
I’m just a casual singer holding my stones and my sticks
If I got a problem my job is pour my heart in a song
Well, hot dog, your opinion is louder than mine
You might wear out my nerves, but you ain’t changing my mind
By good God, let’s hop off the soap box and get along
Well, good God, let’s hop off the soap box and get along

When You Go

Written by Brent Cobb, Oran Thornton, and Joey Stephens

What’s the foundation of the stance you’re taking
Solid ground or rock ‘n roll
Drop the ego off at the station
Can’t take it with you when you go, you know
Can’t take it when you go
You know, can’t take it when you go

We’re all bellied up at the same table
Carrying on and eating crow
So pass the gravy and mashed potato
Call it chicken if you don’t know
But you know, can’t take it when you go
You know, can’t take it when you go

I’m right, you’re right
We’re all wrong
Come together ‘fore it’s all gone
What goes around comes around, baby
We all sink if the ship goes down
But you know, can’t take it when you go
You know, can’t take it when you go
When you go
When you go
When you go

The World Is Ending

Written by Brent Cobb and Zac Lyle

They say the world is ending again
Everyone's busy defending their sins
I'm just sitting here pickin’ out a ditty
If I can't be cleansed I gotta stay gritty
This ol' world ain't lookin’ too pretty anyhow
Might be time to clean house

Shootin’ stars out my window
Down the barrel of a gun
Ricochet off a moon beam
Look there goes the sun

They say the world is ending today
Everyone is still pretending to pray
I'm just sitting here thinking ‘bout women
With my head in the clouds and the room keeps spinning
If the creek don't rise and the good Lord’s willin’ any how
Might be time to clean house

Shootin’ stars out my window
Down the barrel of a gun
Ricochet off a moon beam
Who blew out the sun?

I'm just sitting here pickin’ out a ditty
If I can't be cleansed I gotta stay gritty
This ol' world ain't lookin’ too pretty anyhow

I'm just sitting here thinking ‘bout women
With my head in the clouds and the room keeps spinning
If the creek don't rise and the good Lord’s willin’ any how
Might be time to clean house

They say the world is ending
They say the world is ending
Again

Little Stuff

Written by Brent Cobb, Oran Thornton, and Neil Medley

Took a trip down to the river just to see what I could find
Found some peace in paradise beneath the pines
Caught some bream and large mouth jumpin’
I saw heaven in the clouds
So I thought I oughta might just write this down
Yeah, I thought I oughta might just write this down

Keep your light lit
And a tight grip on all the good folks that you love
Let the rain go, chase the rainbow
There’s a lot of truth in all that little stuff
Ain’t that enough?

Threw my billfold in my boots
Rolled my jeans up to my knees
Let that cool, fresh water wash all over me
And I waded ‘till the sunset, ‘till the whip-poor-wills came out
And I thought I oughta might just write this down
Yeah, I thought I oughta might just write this down

Keep your light lit
And a tight grip on all the good folks that you love
Let the rain go, chase the rainbow
There’s a lot of truth in all that little stuff
Ain’t that enough?