Introduction:

Now, howdy folks, and gather ’round for a tale spun in true American grit. Today, we set our sights on a heartland hero, a man who’s woven the threads of patriotism, everyday struggles, and a touch of redneck rebellion into his music for over three decades – the one and only Toby Keith.

Released in 2012 on his album Hope on the Rocks, My List might not have the chart-topping bombast of Courtesy of the Red, White, & Blue (Put You In It) or the tender ache of How Do You Like Me Now?!, but it holds a special place in the tapestry of Toby Keith’s discography.

This is a song that settles in comfortably, like your favorite worn-in boots. It’s a slow, deliberate country ballad, likely produced by Toby himself alongside his longtime collaborator James Stroud. My List doesn’t boast awards or critical acclaim, but its quiet power lies in its ability to resonate with the soul of working-class America.

Keith’s voice, weathered and warm, takes center stage. Here, there’s no need for elaborate instrumentation or flashy production tricks. The gentle strum of an acoustic guitar and the occasional mournful wail of a pedal steel guitar provide the perfect backdrop for his storytelling.

My List isn’t a party anthem or a cry for social change. It’s a man reflecting on a life well-lived, a life filled with the simple pleasures and the inevitable hardships that come with etching your own path. It’s about the things that truly matter – the love for family, the camaraderie of friends, the satisfaction of a hard day’s work, and the unwavering belief in the American dream, even when it gets a little dusty around the edges.

So, light up your porch swing, grab a glass of sweet tea, and prepare to be transported to a world where calloused hands, honest hearts, and the unwavering spirit of the American South reign supreme. Toby Keith’s My List might not be a chart-topper, but it’s a song that speaks volumes about the quiet strength and resilience that lies at the very core of American identity.

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Lyrics:

“My List”
Under an old brass paperweight is my list of things to do today
Go to the bank and the hardware store, put a new lock on the cellar door
I cross ’em off as I get ’em done but when the sun is set
There’s still more than a few things left I haven’t got to yetGo for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It’s time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Look up a long lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin’, that’s the next thing on my listWouldn’t change the course of fate but cuttin’ the grass just had to wait
‘Cause I’ve got more important things like pushin’ my kid on the backyard swing
I won’t break my back for a million bucks I can’t take to my grave
So why put off for tomorrow what I could get done todayLike go for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It’s time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Look up a long lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin’, that’s the next thing on my listRaise a little hell, laugh ’til it hurts
Put an extra five in the plate at church
Call up my folks just to chat
It’s time that I make time for that
Stay up late, then oversleep
Show her what she means to me
Catch up on all the things I’ve always missed
Just start livin’, that’s the next thing on my listUnder an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today