Tyler Childers - The Making of 'Eatin' Big Time' | Vevo Footnotes

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Lyrics:

I wasn’t braced and kissed my face

With the scope of my rifle

I had shot it from a blind as in you’d be blind not to see

That there’s a man in the doorway

Of a mother fucking mansion

Aiming at the feeder where you’d sat to take a feast

That’s what I said that’s what I did

And it did not cut one corner

As I carved that fat neck mother right down to the bone

I let him hang for several days

And then I cut off hide and scriffin’

I cut it thin then throw it in a tupperware to soak

Fried some pieces while I worked

It tasted like I made it

Fried in Wagner casted butter in a quiet country place

With albums gold and platinum

Overflowing to the ceiling

Eatin big time is a feelin’ with the friends that I have made

Keep my time on my Weiss

Ya goddamn right I’m flexing

Cause a thousand dollar watch is fine enough flex for me

Have you ever got to hold and blow a thousand fucking dollars

It runs for 40 hours and then it winds itself to sleep

It’s fought for like a bitch and it’s a bitch to keep it goin’

When they ain’t nobody knowin’

Any prayer you’ve ever sang

See me now I’m on the sow

And I’m riding to your city

Eatin big time ain’t she pretty ain’t she witty ain’t she great

Ain’t she great ain’t she grand

In my world she’s irreplaceable

I’m her surfboard in the kitchen

My blessings come in waves

She’s my rebirth she’s my lemonade

My gravy and my biscuits

Mama I’ve been out there huntin’ Imma need you to make a plate

She pets my head and whispers “You poor thing you must be famished”

I just knew that this would happen I got all the fixins made

I’ll get tick full ‘fore I ever pull myself off of this table

Eatin big time ain’t she pretty just rollin’ in the shade

Eatin big time in the holler ain’t it lovely ain’t it great

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