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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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THE NIGHT AFTER KEITH WHITLEY’S FUNERAL, LORRIE MORGAN WALKED BACK ONTO THE GRAND OLE OPRY STAGE. SHE HAD TWO CHILDREN, BILLS TO PAY — AND A CAREER THAT WAS JUST BEGINNING. Lorrie Morgan had been waiting almost seventeen years for Nashville to take her seriously. She first sang on the Grand Ole Opry at thirteen, following her father, Opry star George Morgan, into the same world. But the standing ovation she received that night did not turn into an easy career. Her father died when she was sixteen. Lorrie kept singing, worked with his band, played clubs, sang demos and spent years watching other careers move faster than hers. By the late 1980s, something finally changed. RCA signed her. “Trainwreck of Emotion” reached the country Top 20. “Dear Me” followed. Her first RCA album, *Leave the Light On*, was being prepared, and for the first time Lorrie had a real shot at becoming a star under her own name. At home, Keith Whitley was breaking through too. They had married in 1986 and had a young son, Jesse Keith. Keith had also adopted Morgan, Lorrie’s daughter from her first marriage. His own career had suddenly caught fire: “Don’t Close Your Eyes,” “When You Say Nothing at All” and “I’m No Stranger to the Rain” became three consecutive No. 1 hits. For a brief stretch, both careers were finally moving at once. Then Lorrie went out on the road. Keith stayed home. On May 9, 1989, he was found dead at their home after drinking heavily. He was thirty-three. One month earlier, “I’m No Stranger to the Rain” had reached No. 1. Three days later, hundreds gathered for his funeral. Ricky Skaggs, Keith’s friend since their Kentucky bluegrass days, delivered the eulogy. At the graveside, Lorrie placed a red rose on her husband’s casket. Then came Saturday night. Lorrie had two performances scheduled at the Grand Ole Opry. She went. She later explained the decision without dressing it up: there were children to support, bills to pay, and she needed to work. Within days she was traveling again, using Keith’s old tour bus and fulfilling concert dates while *Leave the Light On* was beginning its run. Then the career she had waited so long for arrived in the middle of everything else. “Out of Your Shoes” became a major hit. In April 1990, “Five Minutes” reached **No. 1 on Billboard’s country chart**, Lorrie’s first. That summer, another record appeared on country radio. It was **“’Til a Tear Becomes a Rose,”** a duet Keith and Lorrie had recorded before his death. While Lorrie was now building a solo career without him, listeners could still turn on the radio and hear their voices together. The duet became a hit and won the **1990 CMA Vocal Event of the Year**. By then, Lorrie Morgan finally had the success she had chased since she was thirteen. And one of the records playing alongside her first No. 1 still had Keith Whitley singing harmony.

TRAVIS TRITT CAME HOME FROM WORK AND THOUGHT HE’D BEEN ROBBED. HIS WIFE HAD MOVED OUT. THEN THE SHERIFF ARRIVED WITH DIVORCE PAPERS. This was before Warner Bros., before “Country Club,” before anybody at country radio knew Travis Tritt’s name. He was still working a regular job when his second marriage came apart. One day he returned home and found the front and back doors standing open. Most of the furniture was gone. Tritt later said his first thought was that someone had robbed the house. Then someone knocked. It was the sheriff’s department, there to serve him divorce papers. Tritt sat in what little furniture remained and began reading them. Then the phone rang. It was his wife. She told him she might have acted too quickly. Maybe they should reconsider. Maybe they could work things out. Tritt listened while the divorce papers were still sitting in front of him. After the call, he picked up his guitar. The first lines came almost immediately: the woman who left is lonely now and wants to come home, but the man on the other end has already had enough. Tritt later said he finished **“Here’s a Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares)” in about fifteen minutes**. He did not write it for Nashville. He did not even plan to play it for anyone. For years, it was simply a private song he used to make himself laugh when the divorce still hurt. Then one night, after his recording career had started, Tritt was opening a show at Billy Bob’s Texas. Something told him to try the song. He played it acoustically. The crowd exploded. Tritt kept performing it night after night for roughly a year and a half before recording it. Some Nashville executives warned him that it sounded like a novelty song and would not go far. They were wrong. Released in 1991 from *It’s All About to Change*, “Here’s a Quarter” climbed to **No. 2 on Billboard’s country chart** and became one of Tritt’s defining records. The song became so closely tied to him that fans eventually started throwing actual quarters onto the stage. Tritt recalled being hit hard enough by the coins that the joke sometimes stopped being funny. Years earlier, the quarter had only existed in his head as the last line of an angry song written in an almost empty house. Now people were carrying them to his concerts.

BLUEGRASS ALREADY KNEW KEITH WHITLEY’S VOICE. KEITH WHITLEY STILL WANTED NASHVILLE. By the late 1970s, Whitley was no longer the Kentucky teenager who had once sung Stanley Brothers songs with Ricky Skaggs. He had worked with Ralph Stanley, spent years on bluegrass stages, and later joined J.D. Crowe & the New South. Inside that world, Keith did not need an introduction. Musicians already knew the voice. But he kept looking toward country music. Whitley told J.D. Crowe that singing country had always been the goal. Staying in bluegrass would have been the safer choice. Instead, he began stepping away from the career he had already built and moved toward Nashville, where none of that reputation guaranteed a record deal. The next stretch was much less glamorous. Keith sang demos, searched for songs and waited for somebody on Music Row to believe the voice could work beyond bluegrass. RCA finally signed him in 1984. Even then, the breakthrough came slowly. L.A. to Miami put “Miami, My Amy,” “Ten Feet Away” and “Homecoming ’63” on country radio. The records were moving in the right direction, but Keith was unhappy with some of the polished production around them. He wanted something closer to the hard country he had crossed genres to sing in the first place. So the next album changed course. With Don’t Close Your Eyes in 1988, the voice moved forward and the production got out of its way. “Don’t Close Your Eyes” went to No. 1. Then “When You Say Nothing at All.” Then “I’m No Stranger to the Rain.” Three straight. Ricky Skaggs had reached country stardom years earlier. Keith had needed longer to get there, after leaving bluegrass, starting again and spending years trying to make Nashville hear what other musicians had heard much earlier. Then the clock stopped. Keith Whitley died on May 9, 1989, at thirty-four. “I Wonder Do You Think of Me” was released after his death and went to No. 1. So did “It Ain’t Nothin’.” Keith had spent years trying to get his voice onto country radio. Some of his biggest records arrived when he was no longer there to hear them.

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TRAVIS TRITT CAME HOME FROM WORK AND THOUGHT HE’D BEEN ROBBED. HIS WIFE HAD MOVED OUT. THEN THE SHERIFF ARRIVED WITH DIVORCE PAPERS. This was before Warner Bros., before “Country Club,” before anybody at country radio knew Travis Tritt’s name. He was still working a regular job when his second marriage came apart. One day he returned home and found the front and back doors standing open. Most of the furniture was gone. Tritt later said his first thought was that someone had robbed the house. Then someone knocked. It was the sheriff’s department, there to serve him divorce papers. Tritt sat in what little furniture remained and began reading them. Then the phone rang. It was his wife. She told him she might have acted too quickly. Maybe they should reconsider. Maybe they could work things out. Tritt listened while the divorce papers were still sitting in front of him. After the call, he picked up his guitar. The first lines came almost immediately: the woman who left is lonely now and wants to come home, but the man on the other end has already had enough. Tritt later said he finished **“Here’s a Quarter (Call Someone Who Cares)” in about fifteen minutes**. He did not write it for Nashville. He did not even plan to play it for anyone. For years, it was simply a private song he used to make himself laugh when the divorce still hurt. Then one night, after his recording career had started, Tritt was opening a show at Billy Bob’s Texas. Something told him to try the song. He played it acoustically. The crowd exploded. Tritt kept performing it night after night for roughly a year and a half before recording it. Some Nashville executives warned him that it sounded like a novelty song and would not go far. They were wrong. Released in 1991 from *It’s All About to Change*, “Here’s a Quarter” climbed to **No. 2 on Billboard’s country chart** and became one of Tritt’s defining records. The song became so closely tied to him that fans eventually started throwing actual quarters onto the stage. Tritt recalled being hit hard enough by the coins that the joke sometimes stopped being funny. Years earlier, the quarter had only existed in his head as the last line of an angry song written in an almost empty house. Now people were carrying them to his concerts.

BLUEGRASS ALREADY KNEW KEITH WHITLEY’S VOICE. KEITH WHITLEY STILL WANTED NASHVILLE. By the late 1970s, Whitley was no longer the Kentucky teenager who had once sung Stanley Brothers songs with Ricky Skaggs. He had worked with Ralph Stanley, spent years on bluegrass stages, and later joined J.D. Crowe & the New South. Inside that world, Keith did not need an introduction. Musicians already knew the voice. But he kept looking toward country music. Whitley told J.D. Crowe that singing country had always been the goal. Staying in bluegrass would have been the safer choice. Instead, he began stepping away from the career he had already built and moved toward Nashville, where none of that reputation guaranteed a record deal. The next stretch was much less glamorous. Keith sang demos, searched for songs and waited for somebody on Music Row to believe the voice could work beyond bluegrass. RCA finally signed him in 1984. Even then, the breakthrough came slowly. L.A. to Miami put “Miami, My Amy,” “Ten Feet Away” and “Homecoming ’63” on country radio. The records were moving in the right direction, but Keith was unhappy with some of the polished production around them. He wanted something closer to the hard country he had crossed genres to sing in the first place. So the next album changed course. With Don’t Close Your Eyes in 1988, the voice moved forward and the production got out of its way. “Don’t Close Your Eyes” went to No. 1. Then “When You Say Nothing at All.” Then “I’m No Stranger to the Rain.” Three straight. Ricky Skaggs had reached country stardom years earlier. Keith had needed longer to get there, after leaving bluegrass, starting again and spending years trying to make Nashville hear what other musicians had heard much earlier. Then the clock stopped. Keith Whitley died on May 9, 1989, at thirty-four. “I Wonder Do You Think of Me” was released after his death and went to No. 1. So did “It Ain’t Nothin’.” Keith had spent years trying to get his voice onto country radio. Some of his biggest records arrived when he was no longer there to hear them.

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