C’mon  There’s a gentleman down in Lynchburg  On the south side of Tennessee  He started cookin 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 ol’ buddys  But Jack Daniels is a friend of mine    You got to hit it  Get it while the gettin’s good   Kick the tires and pop that hood  I can’t quit it  Wouldn’t if I could  Sure beats sittin around  Knock, knock, knockin on wood  Get with it  While your bidin’ your time  Playin’ that ready or not  I’m gonna take my shot  Pop gotta hit it    She was standin behind the eight ball   Lookin like trouble in a short skirt  Hell on heels about yay tall  Makin it work, makin 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  HIT IT  Get it while the gettin’s good   Kick the tires and pop that hood  I can’t quit it  Wouldn’t if I could  Sure ain’t sittin here  Knock, knock, knockin on wood  Get with it  While your bidin’ your time  Playin’ that ready or not  I’m gonna take my shot  Pop gotta hit it    Gotta hit it     Got a pool shark honey  And a pocket full of money  And a bottle of ole’JD  You can jump on the bus   And party with us  But if your runnin with me runnin with me    Hit it  Get it while the getting’s good   Kick the tires and pop that hood  I can’t quit it  Wouldn’t if I could  Sure beats sittin around  Knock, knock, knockin on wood  Get with it  While your bidin’ your time  Playin’ that ready or not  I’m gonna take my shot  Pop gotta hit it  Yeah I’m gonna hit it