Tyler Childers – Eatin Big Time (Guitar)

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As recorded by Tyler Childers (2025 release) [Intro] N.C. (One, two)
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(Ah-one, two, three, four)
[Verse 1]
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I wasn't braced and kissed my face

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With the scope of my rifle

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

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That there's a man in the doorway

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Of a motherfuckin' mansion

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Aimin' at the feeder where you'd sat to take a feast
[Verse 2]
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That's what I said, that's what I did

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And it did not cut one corner

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

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I let him hang for several days

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And then I cut off hide and scriffin'

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I cut it thin, then throw it in a tupperware to soak
[Chorus]
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Fried some pieces while I worked

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It tasted like I'd made it

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Fried in Wagner casted butter in a quiet country place

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With albums gold and platinum

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Overflowin' to the ceiling

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Eatin' big time is a feelin' with the friends that I have made
[Verse 3]
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Keep my time on my Weiss

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Ya goddamn right, I'm flexin'

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

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

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It runs for forty hours, and then it winds itself to sleep
[Chorus]
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It's fought for like a bitch

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And it's a bitch to keep it goin'

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When they ain't nobody knowin' any prayer you've ever sang

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See me now, I'm on the sow

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And I'm ridin' to your city

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Eatin' big time, ain't she pretty, ain't she witty, ain't she great?
[Instrumental Break] D G D A D [Bridge]
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Ain't she great, ain't she grand?

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In my world, she's irreplaceable

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I'm her surfboard in the kitchen

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My blessings come in waves

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She's my rebirth, she's my lemonade

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My gravy and my biscuits

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Mama, I've been out there huntin'

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I'mma need you to make a plate
[Out-Chorus]
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She pets my head and whispers

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"You poor thing, you must be famished

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I just knew that this would happen, I got all the fixin's made"

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I'll get tick-full 'fore I ever pull myself off of this table

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Eatin' big time, ain't she pretty? Just rollin' in the shade

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Eatin' big time in the holler, ain't it lovely, ain't it great?