Toby Keith - Hit It lyrics

C’mon There’s a gentleman down in Lynchburg On the south side of Tennessee He started cookin 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 ol’ buddys But Jack Daniels is a friend of mine You got to hit it Get it while the gettin’s good Kick the tires and pop that hood I can’t quit it Wouldn’t if I could Sure beats sittin around Knock, knock, knockin on wood Get with it While your bidin’ your time Playin’ that ready or not I’m gonna take my shot Pop gotta hit it She was standin behind the eight ball Lookin like trouble in a short skirt Hell on heels about yay tall Makin it work, makin 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 gettin’s good Kick the tires and pop that hood I can’t quit it Wouldn’t if I could Sure ain’t sittin here Knock, knock, knockin on wood Get with it While your bidin’ your time Playin’ 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 runnin with me runnin with me 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 beats sittin around Knock, knock, knockin on wood Get with it While your bidin’ your time Playin’ that ready or not I’m gonna take my shot Pop gotta hit it Yeah I’m gonna hit it