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Some songs make you want to roll the windows down and sing, while others make you stop, breathe, and think about what really matters. Toby Keith’s “My List” belongs in that second category. Released in 2002, it quickly became a No. 1 hit, not because it was flashy or loud, but because it spoke to something deeply human: the reminder that life is short, and the people we love deserve more of our time than our to-do lists ever will.

The song paints a picture most of us know all too well — a busy man, buried under work and chores, realizing that the things written on paper don’t mean as much as the moments slipping away with family. Toby sings it with warmth and sincerity, like he’s been there himself. And maybe that’s why it hits so hard. You can hear the shift in his voice when he delivers the line about putting off mowing the yard so he can spend time with the ones he loves. It’s simple, but it feels like truth.

Musically, “My List” is easygoing, carried by a gentle melody and Toby’s steady baritone. There’s no overproduction, no drama — just space for the words to land. And land they did. The song became a kind of gentle nudge for listeners, a reminder to slow down and prioritize the things that don’t come with deadlines.

Over the years, “My List” has been played at weddings, funerals, and family gatherings — proof of its versatility and emotional pull. It’s not just a country hit; it’s a life lesson set to music. Toby had a gift for writing songs that could make you laugh one minute and reflect the next, and this one belongs in that rare group that changes how you think, even if only for a day.

At its heart, “My List” is about balance — about making sure that when all is said and done, the memories we carry are worth more than the tasks we checked off. And in true Toby fashion, he didn’t preach it; he just sang it like a friend reminding you to call home.

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Lyrics

Under an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today
Go to the bank and the hardware store
Put a new lock on the cellar door
I cross ’em off as I get ’em done
But when the sun is settled
There’s still more than a few things left
I haven’t got to yet
Go for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It’s time that I make time for that
Wade the shore and cast a line
Look up an old lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin’, that’s the next thing on my list
Wouldn’t change the course of fate
The cutting the grass just had to wait
‘Cause I’ve got more important things
Like pushin’ my kid on the backyard swing
I won’t break my back for a million bucks
I can’t take to my grave
So why put off for tomorrow
What I could get done today
Like go for a walk, say a little prayer
Take a deep breath of mountain air
Put on my glove and play some catch
It’s time that I make time for that
Wade the shore, cast a line
Look up an old lost friend of mine
Sit on the porch and give my girl a kiss
Start livin’, that’s the next thing on my list
Raise a little hell, laugh ’til it hurts
Put an extra five in the plate at church
Call up my folks just to chat
It’s time that I make time for that
Stay up late, and oversleep
Show her what she means to me
Catch up on all the things I’ve always missed
Just start livin’, that’s the next thing on my list
Under an old brass paperweight
Is my list of things to do today

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