| Song | It Works For Me |
| Artist | Toby Keith |
| Album | Unleashed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Emerick, Keith | |
| Never owned a brand new car | |
| Never worked in a white collar | |
| Never held a woman longer | |
| Than I held one single dollar | |
| I never went out chasin' rainbows | |
| 'Cause there can't be that much to it | |
| Even if I found my pot of gold | |
| I know I'd piss right through it | |
| I can't remember ever wanting | |
| For one second of my life | |
| Even if I did it cost too much | |
| To ever pay the price | |
| I don't dance out on the dark side | |
| Ain't no secrets I have to tell | |
| So you don't have to say a prayer for me | |
| I just said one for myself | |
| Chorus: | |
| I'm livin' my life | |
| Under my terms | |
| I'm callin' the shots | |
| As far as I can see | |
| I don't owe nobody nothin' | |
| I don't answer to a soul | |
| Might not work for you | |
| But it works for me | |
| I've been bent and bruised and broken | |
| And flat busted once or twice | |
| I brought most of it upon myself | |
| But I never compromised | |
| My pride's too hard to swallow | |
| So I've chewed a lot of it | |
| Mild-mannered and soft-hearted | |
| And hard-headed as you get | |
| I live out on the backroads | |
| Where I walk my country mile | |
| And if it's so good in the city | |
| Why don't anybody smile? | |
| The traffic's always heavy | |
| And the air ain't fit to breathe | |
| I ain't saying that it's wrong for you | |
| It just don't make sense to me | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Emerick, Keith | |
| Never owned a brand new car | |
| Never worked in a white collar | |
| Never held a woman longer | |
| Than I held one single dollar | |
| I never went out chasin' rainbows | |
| ' Cause there can' t be that much to it | |
| Even if I found my pot of gold | |
| I know I' d piss right through it | |
| I can' t remember ever wanting | |
| For one second of my life | |
| Even if I did it cost too much | |
| To ever pay the price | |
| I don' t dance out on the dark side | |
| Ain' t no secrets I have to tell | |
| So you don' t have to say a prayer for me | |
| I just said one for myself | |
| Chorus: | |
| I' m livin' my life | |
| Under my terms | |
| I' m callin' the shots | |
| As far as I can see | |
| I don' t owe nobody nothin' | |
| I don' t answer to a soul | |
| Might not work for you | |
| But it works for me | |
| I' ve been bent and bruised and broken | |
| And flat busted once or twice | |
| I brought most of it upon myself | |
| But I never compromised | |
| My pride' s too hard to swallow | |
| So I' ve chewed a lot of it | |
| Mildmannered and softhearted | |
| And hardheaded as you get | |
| I live out on the backroads | |
| Where I walk my country mile | |
| And if it' s so good in the city | |
| Why don' t anybody smile? | |
| The traffic' s always heavy | |
| And the air ain' t fit to breathe | |
| I ain' t saying that it' s wrong for you | |
| It just don' t make sense to me | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Emerick, Keith | |
| Never owned a brand new car | |
| Never worked in a white collar | |
| Never held a woman longer | |
| Than I held one single dollar | |
| I never went out chasin' rainbows | |
| ' Cause there can' t be that much to it | |
| Even if I found my pot of gold | |
| I know I' d piss right through it | |
| I can' t remember ever wanting | |
| For one second of my life | |
| Even if I did it cost too much | |
| To ever pay the price | |
| I don' t dance out on the dark side | |
| Ain' t no secrets I have to tell | |
| So you don' t have to say a prayer for me | |
| I just said one for myself | |
| Chorus: | |
| I' m livin' my life | |
| Under my terms | |
| I' m callin' the shots | |
| As far as I can see | |
| I don' t owe nobody nothin' | |
| I don' t answer to a soul | |
| Might not work for you | |
| But it works for me | |
| I' ve been bent and bruised and broken | |
| And flat busted once or twice | |
| I brought most of it upon myself | |
| But I never compromised | |
| My pride' s too hard to swallow | |
| So I' ve chewed a lot of it | |
| Mildmannered and softhearted | |
| And hardheaded as you get | |
| I live out on the backroads | |
| Where I walk my country mile | |
| And if it' s so good in the city | |
| Why don' t anybody smile? | |
| The traffic' s always heavy | |
| And the air ain' t fit to breathe | |
| I ain' t saying that it' s wrong for you | |
| It just don' t make sense to me | |
| Chorus |