Lyrics:
always together
Then we grew up and time went on
We became separated
When I went off to school
My sweet Toby waited
I went off to school
My sweet Toby
Jack it up, jack up, jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up, jack up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up, jack it up, jack up
Jack it up, jack up, jack up,
And we're back...it's me,
Your around-the-way girl
Rollin' through the night on the
Quiet Storm.
Tonight is kinda special...
We got Toby
"Well Toby, still want to be bionic?"
"You bet! I saw the way you mopped up those guys.
If I could do that there wouldn't be a kid in town that
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's
Crawling on the chimneys
Great black crows screeching at the
City on fire!
City on fire!
City on fire!
Toby!
Where are you, love?
Toby!
Where are
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She'd have the card to bring me down
If she played it right
She's got the jack, she's
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Jack the teck
Tru Dog's back
Playa from another laya.
[tobyMac]
Alright, I'm going to show how this thing works
I'll be your hype man
We're going to start
Jack, jack, ja jack jack your body
Jack ya, jack, jack ya, jack your body
Jack, jack, ja jack jack your body
Jack ya, jack, jack ya, jack your
always together
Then we grew up and time went on
We became separated
When I went off to school
My sweet Toby waited
I went off to school
My sweet Toby
to get somewhere
That's real and pure and true and eternal
Toby can you go with your boy, let's go
Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me
toby my friend holy gang ya
of chocolate
We declared Charlie Puth should be a bigger artist
I scratch your head, you fall asleep
Like a tattooed golden retriever
But you awaken with
cookin'
[Toby Keith:]
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me.
[Jimmy:]
Let's stir it up boys.
[Jimmy:]
I'm free and I'm ready
maybe we can go
les fûmes
Comme sa ganja
C'que t'as créé faut assumer
Pétasse t'as joué l'con
Si tu braques boi c'est sur
Faut fumer l'jack
Bad boi jack
Don't mess
(Dolly Parton)
He lived by the apple orchard in this little orchard shack
His real name was Jackson Taylor but I called him AppleJack
Now old
to get somewhere
That's real and pure and true and eternal
Toby can you go with your boy, let's go
Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me
Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains
Remind me of jack-a-lynn.
Lush hotels and pretty girls
Won't cheer the misty mood I'm in.
Silly, sad ---
I served with Jack Kennedy
I knew Jack Kennedy
Jack Kennedy was a friend of mine
Senator, you're no Jack Kennedy
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