About the song
“In the world of country music, few artists have faced criticism and judgment head-on like Toby Keith. With “The Critic,” he not only expresses his displeasure with criticism but also offers a deep insight into the value of honesty and personal integrity.
Toby Keith, an icon of modern country music, is not only known for his lyrical ballads and heroic patriotic songs, but also known for his strong personality and unique musical style. “The Critic” is a clear testament to that. This song is not only a fierce response to music critics but also a declaration of creative freedom and the right of artists to express themselves.
With a strong country rock melody, horny lyrics and powerful vocals, Toby Keith has created a song that is both highly entertaining and deeply experiential. He does not have to face the the dark corners of music criticism, where comments are sometimes subjective and unfair.
“The Critic” is not only a song dedicated to artists but also a meaningful message for all of us. In life, everyone has faced criticism and judgment. It is important that we know how to listen carefully, keep faith in ourselves and not let negative words affect the path we have chosen.
Through this song, Toby Keith has shown that, no matter who you are, what you do, the most important thing is to be true to yourself and constantly strive to pursue your passion. “The Critic” is a reminder that, in a world full of conflicting opinions, self-confidence and personal strength are the factors that determine each person’s success.”
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Lyrics
He gets up real early on his mornin’ drive
Down to the office for his nine to five
He drives a ’94, two-tone, economy car
He loves to tell the local bands down at the bar that he’s the critic
Yeah, I can hook you up, I know everybody, in the business
He flunked junior high band he couldn’t march in time
He tried to write a song once, he couldn’t make it rhyme
He learned two or three chords on a pawn shop guitar
He just never quite had what it took to be a star, so he’s a critic
I work for the gazette man I got a real job
He did a 5-star column on a band he never heard
He did a bluegrass review about an unkind word
He thought it was time to ask his boss for a raise
His boss said I can’t even tell if anybody’s even readin’ your page
Yeah
So he thought
And he thought a little more
He caught a young hot star headin’ into town
And then he hid behind his typewriter and gunned the boy down
Here come the letters, the e-mails, the faxes, they raised him to twenty thousand dollars after taxes
Now he’s a happy critic
He say I’m rollin’ in the dough
Man I could do this forever, this is easy
Everybody’s readin’ my column
Hey ah, y’all don’t tell my mom, that I write the music column for the gazette
‘Cause uh, he still thinks I play piano down at the Cathouse
Got my self-respect back though
Let’s get funky with this boys, play it out now, play it out
Come on Scotty, let’s do this thing
Like we always did this thing
Jump in there Dave
Help me, oh we’re walkin’ the dog now
Walk it on out
Y’all better hurry, my fingers are gettin’ tired
Y’all gonna have to hurry
Wearin’ me out
No coffee break, ah
I’ll tell you somethin’ boy
This sounds like a take to me
And they gonna love you ’cause they already love me
It’s the critic
