Written For Toby Keith

You’ve got alot of nerve / and I’ve got a hug on reserve
You say you need time to think / and I just walked away
From a drink
You walk away / Will not today
One step, steppin’ to hear the slam of the door
Next step, Steppin’ over to show you what for
With the roll of them eyes I know
Which way the wind is about to blow

High winds pick up speed / blowing like a carefree steed
Out riding the wind / It all takes me back to then
Not breaking stride / born to ride
Under these Oklahoma skies

We have our days / Roped up in our ways
So head strong / Like a dust storm blowing on
You put that hand on the door and start to turn
Then it starts to burn / Then it’s one step, steppin’
Away once more / Next step, steppin’ away from the door
With the twirl of them eyes I know / Just how to let
Them roll

High winds pick up speed / blowing like a carefree steed
Out riding the wind / It all takes me back to then
Not breaking stride / born to ride
Under these Oklahoma skies