[Verse 1]
Common
There’s a gentleman down in Lynch burg
On the south side of Tennessee
He started cooking 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 ole’ buddy's
But Jack Daniels is a friend of mine
[Chorus]
You got to hit it
Get it while the getting good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can’t quit it
Wouldn't if I could
Sure beats sitting around
Knock, knock, knocking on wood
Get with it
While your biding your time
Playing that ready or not
I’m gonna take my shot
Pop gotta hit it
[Verse 2]
She was standing behind the eight ball
Looking like trouble in a short skirt
Hell on heels about yay tall
Making it work, making 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
Common
There’s a gentleman down in Lynch burg
On the south side of Tennessee
He started cooking 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 ole’ buddy's
But Jack Daniels is a friend of mine
[Chorus]
You got to hit it
Get it while the getting good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can’t quit it
Wouldn't if I could
Sure beats sitting around
Knock, knock, knocking on wood
Get with it
While your biding your time
Playing that ready or not
I’m gonna take my shot
Pop gotta hit it
[Verse 2]
She was standing behind the eight ball
Looking like trouble in a short skirt
Hell on heels about yay tall
Making it work, making 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
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