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Tim McGraw (Tim McGraw) · A Piano Tribute to Tim McGraw (Brett Marshall) · Tim McGraw (Taylor Swift) · Tim McGraw and the Dancehall Doctors (Tim McGraw) · A Piano Tribute to Tim McGraw (Brett Marshall) · Songs of Tim McGraw (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Tim McGraw Collector's Edition #2 (Tim McGraw) · Hits of Tim McGraw, Vol. 1 [#1] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Tribute to Tim McGraw (The Nashville Tribute Band) · A Country Tribute to Tim McGraw (Hit Crew) – and 90 other albums »


a southern drawl, 
Acts like Toby Keith, but sounds a lot like Tim McGraw 

But if he's country I'll kiss your ass, 
And throw all my Willie Nelson records
dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
Circus town's on the live wire

And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, way
dance real funky and the band plays like a jungle fire
Circus town's on the live wire

And the strong man Samson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, way
Tim he was a good friend
Yea was a brother of mine
We were imaginary comic book superheroes
Kids wasting time

We were prisoners of our youth
after that, I have a full relapse.
Lose my hand in a game of craps.
And after that everyone calls me claw.
And after that I work for Tim McGraw
gracious and good
That was my dad
The man
A human being so true
He could live like a king
'Cause he knew
The real pleasure in life

To be devoted
Tim he was a good friend
Yea was a brother of mine
We were imaginary comic book superheroes
Kids wasting time

We were prisoners of our youth
gracious and good

That was my dad
The man
A human being so true
He could live like a king
'Cause he knew
The real pleasure in life

To be devoted
Tim he was a good friend
Yea was a brother of mine
We were imaginary comic book superheroes
Kids wasting time
We were prisoners of our youth
We
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
a problem y'all
It's like hip-hop, meets effin Tim McGraw
We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
twenty three inch rims
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up

And live good
East coast, West coast, worldwide
All my playas in the hood,
the Tims, keep your bread
And live good, East coast West coast worldwide
All my playas in the hood stay fly
And if your ballin let me hear you say right
All right this one goes out to all our friends in New York:
H2O, The Slackers, Stubborn All Stars
Must respect
Hey Tim take it away my man
loved jobs called in 
You had faith when they said they're not callin' 
You understood that what we had was good 
You stood by your man like a real
the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz
Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!)
Jumpin' out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep it real
And live good, East coast West
people lives ain't the same
And that's the Tale in my Hood
Niggaz is up to no good
You better watch em in them hoods

I always thought livin' life was easy
something real good, real love
Yes, real love, I bet everything on you and me

I love you not just for who you are
For the way you made a better man out of me
people who know me
Peeping from behind every window pane

The girl I used to love lives in this yellow house
Yesterday she passed me by
She doesn't want
the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in
of the family
She's so good
She's been a worker all her life
And she know if she leaves the 
When he wakes ups, he'll be crying

She needs a man with real