Karaoké Eatin' Big Time Tyler Childers

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I wasn't braced

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 motherfuckin' mansion

Aimin' 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'd made it

Fried in Wagner casted butter in a quiet country place

With albums gold and platinum overflowin' to the ceilin'

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

Keep my time on my Weiss

Ya goddamn right I'm flexin'

'Cos a thousand-dollar watch is fine enough flex for me

Have you ever got to hold and blow a thousand fuckin' dollars

It runs for forty 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 ridin' to your city

Eatin' big time, ain't she pretty

Ain't she witty, ain't she great

Wooh

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 fixin's 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