الأغاني:
Big Country Chance

where did the feeling go Oh Lord I never felt so low Now the skirts hang so heavy around your head That you never knew you were young Because you played chance

tirin' task Gold knobs on my benzo dash Five freaks just to comb my hair Monograms on my underwear Bodyguards around, so please, don't dare You're takin' a chance

the belly of the country, over East of Eden, yeah. Gm C Gm C Confused by the big

't playin' right, I let you tell it People place yourselves in the shoes of two felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get And any chance

tech n9nes verse: hey, i really like you so maybe we, can go half on a baby see countries take a chance with crazy me, And I never wanna be shady T, dont

bums 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country hoss And

five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin' I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by

Like they never sung before All over the country Did you love the way they loved you? Ain't no knocker on the last big door Just push on the panel and

so fine, if I could just go back to 1949 I wonder if by chance they might remember, a teenage boy so wild and fancy free, who always loved guitars and country