Toby Keith – Piece Of Work

Introduction:

Piece of Work is an unexpected yet undeniably catchy collaboration between country music stalwarts Toby Keith and Jimmy Buffett. Released in 2004 as part of Buffett’s album License to Chill, the song is a playful blend of country and tropical rock, showcasing the distinct styles of both artists.

Known for his assertive, often politically charged lyrics, Toby Keith brings his signature bravado to the track. Conversely, Jimmy Buffett offers his laid-back, beach-bum persona, creating a dynamic contrast that propels the song forward. The result is a lighthearted anthem that celebrates individuality and self-awareness.

While not a traditional country or tropical rock song, “Piece of Work” has garnered a dedicated fanbase and has become a live concert favorite for both artists. The song’s infectious melody and witty lyrics have solidified its place as a unique and memorable collaboration in the music industry.

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Lyrics:

“Piece Of Work”
(feat. Toby Keith)

I’m a piece of work, I’m iron and lace
I’m shy right up there in your face
I’m all dumbfounded, stubborn as an ass
Sharp as an arrow in a pile of glass
I’m a sweetheart, genius, restless jerk
Lord have mercy, I’m a piece of workWell, the Lord made me on a long thin limb
Made sure I’d remember him
Or her in the middle of a long dark night
Creation crazy, death sheet white
Made in the image of a lion shocked lamb
I am who the hell I am
Never better, bad or worse
Down to the letter, I’m a piece of work

I’m a piece of work, I’m an angel’s fiend
Bathed in lavender and gasoline
Scared, brave, shallow in an ink black well
Lightly browned in the fires of hell
Wicked, holy, full-on fake
Best known for my big mistake
I’m a Zen, wise, peaceful, gone berserk
Good God Almighty, I’m a piece of work

I’m a dreadful sight and I just don’t care
Spent all morning pulling out my hair
Woke at dawn with a crazy spin
Half the day trying to glue back in
Mother, Bloody (Mary please)
(Wipe that smile right off of your knees)
I’m a CEO of the mailroom clerks
(Lord have mercy, what a piece of work)

I’m a piece of work, I’m a lovesick boy
Cloth cap, caviar and corduroy
All over the map, just lost in space
With a filthy mind and a choir boy’s face

Heels up, head down, straight on through
Watch out, woman, I’ma get to you
I’m a gladiator with a mind to irk
Good God Almighty, I’m a piece of work

(I’m a piece of work)
I’m a piece of work
(I’m a piece of work)