Songtexte:
Little Big Town A Thousand Years

he gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a

home and wrote a song And made a record I could claim The little tune jumped on the charts And rode me right on up to fame It netted over ten thousand

A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I crack And if you ain't got that, keep wishin' And to you bitch-ass niggas in the maze Comin' at a player

so overwhelmed by its sheer imensity, I had to pop myself a beer Yes, on these hallowed grounds, open ten to eight on weekdays, in a little shrine under a

town And I passed a cow and the cow was brown And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud There rose before me a

any pre-packaged product we consume (that fancy, plastic wrapping ain't magically wrapping other items; it's filling up the landfills, maybe to biodegrade within the next thousand years

one Nigga you got one to spark one, time is creepin' I'm keepin' a fat stack with crack for the fiends Sixteen which free dreams, low riders and big creams Big

dropped down from heaven And I came on my moms and I had a MIC as my fucking weapon When I was three I was just a little G But if you looked in my eyes

town And I passed a cow and the cow was brown And my pyjamas clung to me like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud Like a shroud There rose before me a