Lyrics:
This town ain't big, this town ain't small
It's a little of both they say
Our ball club may be minor league but at least it's triple A
We sit
you swear it was the real McCoy
Another Friday night in the life of a country boy
Aw there ain't much to do in the one-light town
But we don't let
I'd find me a pink little poodle
And lose my noodle over her
I chase her 'round all over town
Just to ruffle up her fur
Nuzzle her muzzle, a hole in
To become a minister and by the way I understand he was very successful
And during this period of his life Tommy pasteured a small Baptist church
In the very
Thank God for four wheel drive
Thank God for windows down
And all the DJ's in all those little static towns
How to live
How to love
Everything I need
on the southern bend not a friend
This town is nothing but 4-box square
Oh, I'm looking for someone with
A life to share
No bird in the tree singing free
No dog
in the country and sometimes I live in town.
Yeah, and sometimes I take a great notion I'm gonna jump in the river and drown.
(Chorus)
Stop ramblin'.
the streets, the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
The roaches so big you know that they got bones
They moved in and made a tenement home
I said
the chapel bells were ringing in the little valley town
And the songs that they were singing was for baby Jimmy Brown
Then the little congregation, prayed for
a little cheddar
And my records moving out the sto'?
Young fucks spitting at me, young rappers getting at me
My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly
"Mo'
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
And I'll keep on workin' long as my
a little cheddar
And my records moving out the sto'?
Young fucks spitting at me, young rappers getting at me
My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly
"Mo'
Well, at birth mom and papa called their little boy Ned
Raised him on the banks of a river bed
On a houseboat tied to a big tall tree
A home for
the streets, the garbage lies
Protected by a million flies
The roaches so big you know that they got bones
They moved in and made a tenement home
I said
the night that they hung an innocent man
So don't trust your soul to no backwoods Southern lawyer
'Cause the judge in the town's got bloodstains on his
and break the law
Too big to fail, too rich for jail
He can live without so why don't we
After all they're just like you and me
They cast their votes
and break the law
Too big to fail, too rich for jail
He can live without so why don't we
After all they're just like you and me
They cast their votes
wouldn't cost me a dime
You'll know it's me when I come through your town
I'm gonna ride around in style
I'm gonna drive everybody wild
'Cause I'll have
know I left that town
When I left Memphis, you know I was St. Louis bound
I didn't need no steam heat by my bed
The little girl I had kept it cherry
hides hangin' by the dozen, even got a little bitty
muskrat cousin
Got 'em out dryin' in the hot hot sun, tomorrow Poppa's
gone turn em into money
and I feel so ashamed
That I've made her the image of me
Well I met her in a little country town
She was simple and old-fashioned in some ways
humans on
Every day them fools rush in
And lay down the cash and watch me grin
I put 'em all on, I'd hum a little song
An' watch 'em all go tee-hee
Bobby Little lives on the other side of town,
He's got a picture of a girl in a gown,
He tells his daddy," someday you'll see, she will be with
so ashamed that I made her the image of me
I met her in a little country town she was simple and old fashion in some way
But she loved me till I
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