One Woman, I'm Good (Two Women, I'm Bad)
(K.J. Cole)

Verse 1
I haven’t been honest
With most of these girls
I’m not saying I’m right
But, it’s been my world

One woman for life
Kept me up at night
I’d toss and I’d turn
And I’d start a fight

Chorus
But, I kicked the habit
Of runnin’ around
Old folks would say
Ya, Keith, you settled down

But, I found a woman
Who thinks like a man
One woman, I’m good
Two women, I’m bad

Verse 2
She does all the work
They never see her comin’
After a few, she’ll say,
“You’d like my husband”

It doesn’t always fly
But, you’d be surprised
How just one woman
Has tied down this guy

Chorus
I kicked the habit
Of runnin’ around
Old folks would say,
Ya, he settled down

But, I found a woman
Who thinks like a man
One woman, I’m good
Two women, I’m bad

Verse 3
Some think it’s sinful
It just ain’t right
But, this one woman and I
We never fight

I’m living large
Ya, It’s good being me
When it comes to our love
One and one equals… three!

Chorus
I kicked the habit
Of runnin’ around
Old folks would say
“Remember Keith, he settled down”

But, I found a woman
Who thinks like a man
One woman, I’m good
Two women, I’m bad

Half Chorus
I found a woman
Who thinks like a man
One woman, I’m good
Two women, I’m bad

Tag (Backing Vox)
One Woman, I'm Good
Two Women, I'm Bad

One Woman, I'm Good
Two Women, I'm Bad

One Woman, I'm Good
Two Women, I'm Bad

Half Chorus
I found a woman
Who thinks like a man
One woman, I'm good
Two women, I'm bad

One Woman, I'm Good (Two Women I'm Bad)(K.J. Cole)

"Ranch Hand"
(K.J. Cole)

Verse 1
Ballerina, cheerleader
From U of Kentucky
She played the horses
Ya, you know she got lucky

Bentley ride
Lived up in the Hills
Investment banker types
Never gave her thrills

Chorus
She didn’t keep a secret
‘Bout her type of man
She liked ‘em hard, horseback
Dirty and tanned

She chased cowboys
Like city girls chase bands
She’s the beautiful rich girl
Who likes the ranch hand

Verse 2
Working boys stopped
When she showed up to ride
Those boots, tight pants
That horse by her side

Her legend grew
Across cowboy land
She covered cowboys
Like the ocean covers sand

Chorus
She didn’t keep a secret
‘Bout her type of man
She liked ‘em hard, horseback
Dirty and tanned

She chased cowboys
Like city girls chase bands
She’s the beautiful rich girl
Who likes the ranch hand

Verse 3
She rode ‘em hard
She put ‘em up wet
She ate cowboys for breakfast
Lunch on Sunset

Many have seen her
Others hold out hope
Every day they go to work
Every time they throw a rope

Chorus
She didn’t keep a secret
‘Bout her type of man
She liked ‘em hard, horseback
Dirty and tanned

She chased cowboys
Like city girls chase bands
She’s the beautiful rich girl
Who likes the ranch hand

Chorus
She didn’t keep a secret
‘Bout her type of man
She liked ‘em hard, horseback
Dirty and tanned

She chased cowboys
Like city girls chase bands
She’s the beautiful rich girl
Who likes the ranch hand

Ranch Hand (K.J. Cole)

"Fell in Love with a Southern Girl"
(K.J. Cole)

Verse 1
I was that kind of boy
Big cities just turned out
When other kids were good at home
I was hangin’ out

Runnin’ with the wrong crowd, stereo loud
Drivin’ jacked-up cars
Some stealin’, little dealin’
Had a fake ID for bars

I’d start a fight, open my mouth
Didn’t know what I was talkin’ about
Had a tattoo, an attitude
Long as a rural route

Chorus
I was livin’ the wrong way, every day
Had it all figured out
I was a wise guy, a tough guy
‘Til a Southern girl knocked me out

She turned me ‘round, upside down
Showed me a whole new world
I got lucky in horse country
Fell in love with a Southern girl

Verse 2
She rode horses
Right choices
Sexy little knockout bod

She had a dream
To fall in love
To be a wife & a mom

Loved churches
Heard voices
Her best friend was God

Unlike me
She was pure and sweet
You know we tied the knot

Chorus
I was livin’ the wrong way, every day
Had it all figured out
I was a wise guy, a tough guy
‘Til a Southern girl knocked me out

She turned me ‘round, upside down
Showed me a whole new world
I got lucky in horse country
Fell in love with a Southern girl

Verse 3
She was innocent, heaven-sent
Fresh as fallen snow
What she ever saw in me
The devil only knows

I was a lost soul with a hard heart
Not someone you’d wanna meet
Now, I’m a married man to a Southern girl
Ridin’ shotgun with a baby seat

Chorus
I was livin’ the wrong way, every day
Had it all figured out
I was a wise guy, a tough guy
‘Til a Southern girl knocked me out

She turned me ‘round, upside down
Showed me a whole new world
I got lucky in horse country
Fell in love with a Southern girl…
Come on!

Chorus
I was livin’ the wrong way, every day
Had it all figured out
I was a wise guy, a tough guy
‘Til a Southern girl knocked me out

She turned me ‘round, upside down
Showed me a whole new world
I got lucky in horse country
Fell in love with a Southern girl…

You oughta see her!

Fell In Love With A Southern Girl (K.J. Cole)

Fishin' with Dad
(K.J. Cole)

Verse 1
A day of fishin’ with my old man
Good times and laughter, something we had
Lessons on life, fatherly advice
The best times in life were fishing with Dad

Chorus
Pops is gone now, sixty-one years
A life of hard work and a couple of beers
Sweet memories, it’s all she wrote
Wish we could go fishin’ again in that old row boat

Verse 2
Highway 40, Umstead State Park
We’d rent an old row boat and fish until dark
Most days we’d catch nothin’, get burned by the sun
Dad was my hero, my number one

Chorus
Pops is gone now, sixty-one years
A life of hard work and a couple of beers
Sweet memories, it’s all she wrote
Wish we could go fishin’ in that old row boat

Verse 3
The sun would set, we’d head to shore
Tie up the boat, turn in the oars

Hike back to the car, find somewhere to eat
We’d talk about nothin’ ‘til I’d fall asleep

I’d wake in the morning, safe in my bed
A day of fishin’, just me and my dad

Chorus
Pops is gone now, sixty-one years
A life of hard work and a couple of beers
Sweet memories, it’s all she wrote
Wish we could go fishin’ again in that old row boat
Wish we could go fishin’ again… in that old row boat

Fishin' With Dad (K.J. Cole)

My Father's Voice
(K.J. Cole)

Verse 1
I always dreamed of inheriting millions
A fat lawyer would read the sweet news to me
In a big fancy office in a downtown high-rise
I’d smile and dream of the things that I’d buy

We weren’t rich, Dad turned a wrench
But, he always had time for his boy
At nighttime he’d sit on the edge of my bed
And, I’d fall asleep to my father’s voice

Chorus
Son, anything worth doin’ is worth doin’ right
Be good to fellow man, prepare to fight
Stand up for yourself & when wrong bullies right
Sleep well, my son. My son, goodnight

Verse 2
I got the call time likely brings
“Are you sitting down?” The stranger asked me
The lawyer was skinny, his office was humble
He asked me to please have a seat

He said, “Your father loved you
He worked hard to guide you
Now, there’s something that you have to see”

A box of war medals
An old house deed
And a handwritten letter
From my father to read

Chorus
Son, anything worth doin’ is worth doin’ right
Be good to fellow man, prepare to fight
Stand up for yourself & when wrong bullies right
Sleep well, my son. My son, goodnight

Verse 3
A world of difference twenty years makes
I raised a good son despite my mistakes
After love, divorce, lawyers & remorse
I didn’t have much left to leave

Son, there’s no mansion
There’s no Rolls Royce
The best gift I can leave you
Is my father’s voice

Chorus
Son, anything worth doin’ is worth doin’ right
Be good to fellow man, prepare to fight
Stand up for yourself & when wrong bullies right
Sleep well, my son. My son, goodnight

Chorus
Anything worth doin’ is worth doin’ right
Be good to fellow man, prepare to fight
Stand up for yourself & when wrong bullies right
Sleep well, my son. My son, goodnight

My Father's Voice (K.J. Cole)

"18 Holes and a 12-Pack"
(K.J. Cole, J. Daly)

Intro:
18 Holes & A 12- Paaaaaaaaaaaaack! (John Daly)

Verse 1
Monday through Friday
I hold it down
Saturday, my girl and I
Run around

Sunday comes
Time for church
I clean up nice
In a collared shirt

I worship every week
At the same time
Services start
On the front-nine

Aisles of grass
Pews of birch
This golf course
Is my church

Chorus
I stomp on the gas
Park on the grass
I'm livin' a redneck dream

I lock-up the brakes
Stay out of the lakes
Dale Jr.'s got nothin' on me

I'm poppin' tops
Takin’ on pins
By the halfway-house
I'm born-again

Got a cooler in the back
& a Titleist cap
Church is 18 holes
And a 12-pack
Amen! (John Daly)

Re-Intro (John Daly)
This is John Daly, I’ve got 9-lives
Still grippin’ & rippin’ & hittin’ long drives

Verse 2
I was a grinder
Back in the day
Atlanta Jr. Golf
Played with Love & Tway

I'd play 36
Putt 'til dark
Jack, Venturi
& the Great White Shark

Been playin' for money
Since I was thirteen
Now, we pass the plate
On the 18th green

Golf Channel’s on
Feherty’s talkin'
‘Bout Spieth, Daly
& Dustin Johnson

Chorus
I stomp on the gas
Park on the grass
I'm livin' a redneck dream

I lock-up the brakes
Stay out of the lakes
Dale Jr.'s got nothin' on me

I'm poppin' tops
Takin’ on pins
By the halfway-house
I'm born-again

Got a cooler in the back
And a Titleist cap
Church is 18 holes
And a 12-pack
Amen! (John Daly)

Re-Intro (John Daly)
Tiger did more winnin'
But, I had all the women

Verse 3
“You da man”
Became, “Baba Booey"
Sal’s, “I’m a turtle”
Howard played on Monday

Yardage book
My kind of Bible
18 holes
14 Disciples

Pinehurst, Pebble
Evergreens to sea
Four hours of God
Talkin’ to me

Aisles of grass
Pews of birch
This golf course
Is my church

Chorus
I stomp on the gas
Park on the grass
I'm livin' a redneck dream

I lock-up the brakes
Stay out of the lakes
Dale Jr.'s got nothin' on me

Poppin’ tops (John Daly)
Hittin’ pins (John Daly)
At the 19th-hole (John Daly)
I'm born-again (John Daly)

Got a cooler in the back
And a Titleist cap
Church is 18 holes
And a 12-pack
(Baba Booey!)

Outro
Church is 18 Holes & A 12-Pack
18 Holes & A 12-Pack (John Daly)
18 Holes & A 12-Pack (John Daly)

18 Holes & A 12- Paaaaaaaaaaaaack! (John Daly)
Grip it and rip it y’all! (John Daly)

18 Holes & A 12-Pack (Ft. John Daly) (K.J. Cole, J. Daly)

"Don't Mess with Texas"
(K.J. Cole)

Verse 1
Interstate-10, 3 AM
Outside of El Paso
I woke up to sirens
Cops outside my window

Driver tried to stall 'em
While the band stashed all their stuff
Six good ol' boys came on board
And searched the bus

Chorus
You have a right to remain silent
Anything you say
Will be used against you in
All sorts of ways

You have a right to an attorney
And a right to go on reckless
This ain't California, son
Don't mess with Texas

Verse 2
The biggest one walked up to me
While the others did their thing
Stars on his collar
Stripes on his sleeve

He said, "Tell me friend,
You got pills, guns or weed?"
I've got everything you want
What do you need?

Chorus
You have a right to remain silent
Anything you say
Will be used against you in
All sorts of ways

You have a right to an attorney
And a right to go on reckless
This ain't California, son
Don't mess with Texas

Verse 3
I'm out of jail, out on bail
I got my court date
Caught Johnny, Willie, Snoop Dogg here
No nonsense state

Every time I come back through
The badges always check us
I learned one thing, my friend
Don't mess with Texas

Chorus
You have a right to remain silent
Anything you say
Will be used against you in
All sorts of ways

You have a right to an attorney
And a right to go on reckless
This ain't California, son
Don't mess with Texas

Chorus
You have a right to remain silent
Anything you say
Will be used against you in
All sorts of ways

You have a right to an attorney
And a right to go on reckless
This ain't California, son
Don't mess with Texas

This ain't California, son
Don't BLEEP with Texas

Don't Mess With Texas (K.J. Cole)

My Redneck Neighbor
(K.J. Cole)

Intro
Hey, y’all, listen up!

Verse 1
My redneck neighbor
God bless his soul
The heart of a lion
His word is gold

A boat with no motor
In his driveway dry dock
A couple old Novas
On cement blocks

Not a freshwater fish
This ol’ boy hasn’t caught
Not a stop sign for miles
He hasn’t shot

Yells at his kin
With his windows open
Replaces a fuel pump
While he is smokin’

Chorus
Wears camo, makes ammo &
He loves his guns
Hot sun & cold beer
His kind of fun

If it hit the fan
Or, I needed a favor
I can always count on
My redneck neighbor

Verse 2
Tobacco ring
In every back pocket
Grandma’s picture
In her antique locket

Got a blue tarp
On the roof of a camper
If you’ve got a question
That ol’ boy’s got an answer
(I’ll tell you what)

Tool shed, trampoline
Above ground pool
His new divin’ board
Is an old bar stool
(Cannonball!)

Chorus
Wears camo, makes ammo &
He loves his guns
Hot sun & cold beer
His kind of fun

He’s far from perfect
But, no one shoots straighter
I can always count on
My redneck neighbor

Verse 3
He’s honest, he’s tough
His beer chases bourbon
Mailbox is broken
Bedsheets for curtains

But, in the face of danger
I feel a lot safer
Livin’ next-door to
My redneck neighbor

(Whoo! What the hell is that smell? Oh, man, the guy is burnin’ trash at 7 AM
I like to crack a cold one now & then. You gotta be kiddin’ me!)

Chorus
Wears camo, makes ammo &
He loves his guns
Hot sun & cold beer
His kind of fun

Little time off
For good behavior
I can always count on
My redneck neighbor

(Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!)

Chorus
Wears camo, makes ammo &
He loves his guns
Hot sun & cold beer
His kind of fun

Knows every word
To the Star Spangled Banner
I can always count on
I’ll always be there for
(For who?)
My redneck neighbor

My Redneck Neighbor (K.J. Cole)

"Cowboy Hat"
(K.J. Cole)
(Duet Male/Female)

Intro
Cowboy Hat (female vox)

Verse 1
Let’s hear it for the cowboy
The one who likes to fight (female vox)
Let’s hear it for the cowboy
The one who’s rough just right (female vox)
Let’s hear it for the cowboy
The one with me tonight (female vox)

Chorus
We drive a truck with a gun in the rack
Ya, we get knocked down, but we come right back
We work real hard, ya we’re matter-of-fact
Come on let me hear it for the cowboy hat

Verse 2
Let’s hear it for the cowgirl (female vox)
The one who dances right
Let’s hear it for the cowgirl (female vox)
The one who just might
Let’s hear it for the cowgirl (female vox)
The one with you tonight

Chorus
We drive a truck with a gun in the rack
Ya, we get knocked down, but we come right back
We work real hard, ya we’re matter-of-fact
Come on let me hear it for the cowboy hat

Verse 3
Southern California, Nashville Tennessee
Denton down to Houston, NYC
If it’s in your blood, it’s where you’re at
Come on let me hear it for the cowboy hat

Chorus
We drive a truck with a gun in the rack
Ya, we get knocked down, but we come right back
We work real hard, ya we’re matter-of-fact
Come on Dallas, Texas wave your cowboy hat

Chorus
We drive a truck with a gun in the rack
Ya, we get knocked down, but we come right back
We work real hard, ya we’re matter-of-fact
Come on everybody wave your cowboy hat

Cowboy Hat (K.J. Cole)

"But, You Can't Have the Dog"
(K.J. Cole)

Verse 1
We had a good run
Better than most
Now that’s in the rearview
We’re love’s angry ghost

Been a lot of things said
Too many things done
We’re better off
At a table for one

Chorus
You can take the big screen
You can take the car
You can have the house
I hope it gets you real far

‘Cause I’m tired of fighting
And livin’ in a fog
You can take everything
But, you can’t have the dog

Verse 2
You can take my AC/DC albums
Break them into pieces
I’ll wrinkle your Luke Bryan poster
Now he has creases

We can try to hurt each other
Any way we want
I might be crazy
But, you are a nut

Chorus
You can take the big screen
You can take the car
You can have the house
I hope it gets you real far

‘Cause I’m tired of fighting
And livin’ in a fog
You can take everything
But, you can’t have the dog

Verse 3
When you were out dancin’
He was steppin’ on my feet
When we weren’t romancin’
He would curl up next to me

He’s been with me
Through thick and thin
Whatever you’re getting
You’re not getting him

Chorus
You can take the big screen
You can take the car
You can have the house
I hope it gets you real far

‘Cause I’m tired of fighting
And livin’ in a fog
You can take everything
But, you can’t have the dog

Tag (Backing Vox)
You can’t have the dog…
You can’t have the dog…

Chorus
You can take the big screen
You can take the car
You can have the house
I hope it gets you real far

‘Cause I’m tired of fighting
And livin’ in a fog
You can take everything
But, you can’t have the dog

You can keep on singin’
Your victory song
You think you won, ha, ha!
But, I got the dog

Tag (Backing Vox)
I got the dog
I got the dog

I got the dog

Keith Jacob Cole

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