answer the phone So I play and I sing and I just let it ring All day when I'm at home A de facto choice of macro Or microcosmic melancholy But, baby, any way
the nights can get so long Lord I think it's about time this country star went home Yes I think that it's about time this country boy went home
dead 'Cuz I have no time for jail, fuck Clampett cops, fuck Elgin' Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinkin' that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big
menage a trois Us and her partners, El Passe panties and bras Freaky deaky baby I'm lovin' that Dig the way that you think, them your partners? Get them
all this? We're given life yet we court death. For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before a stylised figure
dead Cuz I have no time for bail. Fuck Clampett cops. Fuck Elgin Bail And crooked ass Jackson, got the whole country Thinkin that my city is the big lick for 96 94, Big
There's a bird flying high Way up in the air And I am sitting here with you at my side Way out in the country There's a lot of real big trees Rolling
word. Yeah! I was living in St. Louis In the year of nineteen fifty five Mama didn??° have no great mansion, Just a little old country dive. Papa worked all week long
still kept my mouthpiece and my chinstrap I dread it all for a pimp hat Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch black Being average is okay, being different is alright Long
the city or the one in the country Or how a nigga so hot number 1 in the country Ever since I did it big, big money, big stuntin' Or is my niggaz Big
gay, don't wanna play my shit up north But that's okay, jealousy can go a long way And what goes around comes around in the a-town [big gipp] Have
by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa I make big plays, I got big chips Blue money like six Crips Switch gears like stick shifts Fresh as hell, no Big
Well a long time ago when I left home I never thought I would be Part of a wheel in a cog on a belt That turned the big machine I wanted out on the road
the game of life full courts ain't preppin us Schools want me but the ghost of Manigault haunts me Plus they wanna crib me, way out in the country
D.C., I'm gonna make this country big and strong no more payin up your taxes the capitol's in Fort Worth, Texas; thats the only place a house that big
trails that are strange to that far mountain range Where the tall timber beckons to me out there in my big country There's someone out there and I know that she cares The big country
love this sunburned country and I'm bloody proud of it And I love our simple way of life and the things we all hold dear Like V.F.L. and Big Ben Pies