Tekster:
Big Country The Teacher

talked and smoked all through the night You led me where I had no sight Till birdsong broke the morning light And I was weak with strange delight Teacher

Girlies on my Jammie with Ice-T Jones Bank account boomin', fast lane zoomin' Known around the world for my high post groomin' Mac like a preacher, love like a teacher

a fire bag The party just would not begin, 'till you shake that ass Now shake that ass I'm like, uh Whoa hossie and that ass ain't playin' I'm a teach

the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel Sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel Then mount your horse and saddle 'cause you in the country

on the microphone and what do you see huh! The rest was my legacy I was born to be the king of the be bop swing To have Stallions and medallions, big

so he could save his country Me I want to save the art to start before they hunt me Whatcha momma taught you HUH?Whatcha momma teach you (HUH?) Don'

be a big, big man Get a little dirt on your hands Get a little dirt on your hands" Well, I reached twenty-one And I thought I was a pretty big wheel I left the country

If it isn't running late 'Cause she lives on a reservation With a baby called 'shut up and wait' And the missionary school by the alehouse Is teaching

out Cause you're a little bitty man I'm a great big trout I swung at him and the lights went out on my bigtime Hey here I am coolin' in the country