Songtexte:
Big Rich

: A modern day Romeo and Juliet American Tragedy Low rent, high-rise lovers who met at the end of Coronado Street Crucifixes made in California gold

ride anywhere that you want to go OH OH... Glad you all could make it out to the big show One, two, three, four, hey hey here we go A big city or a hick

: Run. And I will run with you Faster than light can move And as far as you want to Wings. Maybe we don?t have wings But we can do anything, anything

hear the helicopters, police bust the door down, I'm in court gettin' judges by the Judds, I got acquitted 'cause they love them cowboys, cowgirls call me Wyclef Jean with those Big & Rich

: Sometimes whiskey, sometimes pills The silly things I need to get my thrills Sometimes women are like cocaine Got to have 'em more and more every day

: I was raised by the good book learned to work hard every day Thought that if you can't say something good there's nothing good to say And I caught

: [Chorus:] Well we're comin to your city Gonna play our guitars and sing you a country song We'll all be flyin higher than a jet air liner And if you

: There's a boy named Billy He's from up there in Virginia He makes that lightnin' holler in them hills He's got a recipe handed down from his pappy

: I got a crack in my windshield I know exactly how it feels It's comin' apart the hard way It gets a little more shattered each day [Chorus:] Oh oh