Music Video

The Taliban Song (Live)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toby Keith
Toby Keith
Lead Vocals
Clayton Ivey
Clayton Ivey
Keyboards
Glenn Worf
Glenn Worf
Bass Guitar
James Stroud
James Stroud
Percussion
Jerry McPherson
Jerry McPherson
Electric Guitar
John Wesley Ryles
John Wesley Ryles
Background Vocals
Julian King
Julian King
Percussion
Paul Franklin
Paul Franklin
Steel Guitar
Scott Emerick
Scott Emerick
Acoustic Guitar
Shannon Forrest
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Wes Hightower
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scotty Emerick
Scotty Emerick
Songwriter
Toby Keith
Toby Keith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toby Keith
Toby Keith
Producer
James Stroud
James Stroud
Producer
Ricky Cobble
Ricky Cobble
Recording Engineer
David Bryant
David Bryant
Assistant Recording Engineer
Julian King
Julian King
Mixing Engineer
Rich Hanson
Rich Hanson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jake Burns
Jake Burns
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

We call it "The Taliban Song" Everybody snap your fingers, c'mon Check it out I'm just a middle-aged, middle-eastern camel herdin' man And I got a little two-bedroom cave here in North Afghanistan Things used to be real nice and they got out of hand since they moved in They call themselves the Taliban Ooh, yeah, the Taliban Singin', ooh, the Taliban, baby Oh, yeah Now I ain't seen my wife's face since they came here They make her wear a scarf over her head that covers her from ear to ear She loves the desert and the hot, white sand But man, she's just like me, nah, she can't stand The Taliban (ooh, the Taliban, baby) But you know, someday soon we're both gonna saddle up And it'll be, ride, camel, ride My old lady, she'll be here with me, just smilin' right by my side We should do just fine out around Palestine or maybe Turkmenistan We'll bid a fair adieu and flip the finger to the Taliban I know where you comin' from, brother This is a patriotic love song So y'all feel free to salute if you want to I give you permission Now they attacked New York City 'cause they thought they could win Said they would stand and fight until the very bloody end Mr. Bush got on the phone with Iraq and Iran, and said "Now, you sons-of-bitches, you better not be doin' any business with the Taliban" So we prayed to Allah with all of our might Until those big U.S. jets came flyin' one night They dropped little bombs all over their holy land Man, you should have seen 'em run, like rabbits, they ran The Taliban You know someday soon we're both gonna saddle up And it'll be ride, camel, ride My old lady, she'll be here with me, just smilin' right by my side We should do just fine out around Palestine or maybe Turkmenistan We'll bid a fair adieu and flip a couple fingers to the Taliban We'll bid a fair adieu and give a big boner to the Taliban Taliban Whoo, y'all's patriotic now
Writer(s): Toby Keith, Scott Emerick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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