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In his final days, Toby Keith, ever the showman, found solace in music. That afternoon wasn’t about proving anything. He played close, not loud—letting the guitar do what it always had. The grin was still there, the timing intact, the truth delivered without polish. A song didn’t need an audience to matter; it just needed the right people in the room. By then, music wasn’t a career. It was how he stayed himself. And “High Maintenance Woman” carried that same old ease—country honesty, shared laughter, and the quiet comfort of knowing some melodies never ask for more than they give.

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Introduction

Some Toby Keith songs hit you with a punchline. Others sneak up on you with a grin and a wink. “High Maintenance Woman” does both — and that’s exactly why it works.

When Toby Keith sings this song, he’s not complaining. He’s confessing. Beneath the humor and swagger is a familiar country truth: love isn’t cheap, simple, or easy — and that’s kind of the point. This isn’t a song about frustration; it’s about acceptance. The kind that says, I know what I signed up for, and I’m still here.

What makes “High Maintenance Woman” special is how casually honest it feels. Toby doesn’t dress the story up with poetry or polish. He leans into plain talk, everyday details, and a delivery that sounds like it came from a late-night conversation, not a writer’s room. You can hear the affection behind the teasing — the respect behind the jokes.

There’s also something very Toby Keith about the balance here. He lets the song laugh without turning cruel, and he keeps the edge without losing warmth. It’s playful, yes, but it’s grounded in a real dynamic many people recognize: loving someone who asks a lot, gives a lot, and changes the rhythm of your life whether you’re ready or not.

In the end, “High Maintenance Woman” isn’t about keeping score.
It’s about understanding that some loves come with a higher cost —
and deciding they’re still worth every bit of it.

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Lyrics

I see her layin’ by the poolside every day
She ain’t got a lot on
She ain’t got a lot to say
She wouldn’t look my way
But, buddy, what do you expect?
I’m just the fix-it-up boy at the apartment complex
And she’ll go out dancin’ ’bout 7:15
Climb into the back of a long limousine
I know where she’s goin’
She’s goin’ downtown
I’m goin’ downtown too, and take a look around
She’s my baby doll
She’s my beauty queen
She’s my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain’t hooked it up yet
But I’m tyin’ hard as I can
It’s just a high maintenance woman
Don’t want no maintenance man
I’m just sittin’ ’round waitin’ on a telephone call
After water pipe exploded in the living room wall
If your washer and dryer need a repair
You know the handyman’s waitin’
And he’ll be right there
Twenty-four hours
Seven days a week
If it’s gettin’ clogged up or maybe startin’ to leak
Just ring up my number, baby, give me a try
You know I got all the tools
And I can satisfy
She’s my baby doll
She’s my beauty queen
She’s my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain’t asked her out yet
‘Cause I don’t know if I can
You see, a high maintenance woman
Don’t want no maintenance man
She’s my baby doll
She’s my beauty queen
She’s my movie star
Best I ever seen
I ain’t hooked it up yet
But I’m tryin’ hard as I can
It’s just a high maintenance woman
Don’t want no maintenance man
Ain’t no high maintenance woman
Gonna fall for a maintenance man

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