Eatin Big Time Tyler Childers

Eatin Big Time

Tyler Childers

Debra

170
Afinación Estándar (E A D G B E)
Compás 4/4
Tonalidad: F#
Cejilla:
Sin cejilla
Rasgueo 1

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Letra

[Intro]
F#7
One, two
one, two, three

[Verse 1]
            F#7
I wasn't braced and kissed my face with the scope of my
rifle
I had shot it from a blind,
as in you'd be blind not to see
                  B7                    F#7
That there's a man  in the doorway of a motherfuckin'
mansion
                                 C#7                F#7
Aiming at the feeder where you'd sat to take a feast

[Verse 2]
                 F#7
That's what I said, that's what I did
And it did not cut one corner
As I carved that fatneckmother right down to the bone
              B7
I let him hang  for several days
           F#7
And then I cut off hide and scriffin'
I cut it thin,
                   C#7           F#7
then throw it in a tupperware to soak

[Chorus]
B7
Fried some pieces while I worked
   F#7
It tasted like I'd made it
                                                      C#7
Fried in Wagner casted butter in a quiet country place
     B7                           F#7
With albums gold and platinum overflowin' to the ceiling
                                             C#7
Eatin' big time is a feelin' with the friends   that I have
F#7
made

[Verse 3]
          F#7
Keep my time on my Weiss
Ya goddamn right, I'm flexin'
'Cause a thousanddollar watch is fine enough flex for me
         B7                          F#7
Have you ever got to hold and blow a thousand fucking
dollars?
                                    C#7             F#7
It runs for forty hours and then it winds itself to sleep

[Chorus]
     B7                                      F#7
It's fought for like a bitch and it's a bitch   to keep it
goin'
                                                          C#7
When they ain't nobody knowin' any prayer you've ever sang
See me now,
B7                       F#7
  I'm on the sow and I'm ridin' to your city
                                             C#7
Eatin' big time, ain't she pretty, ain't she witty,
          F#7
ain't she great?

[Organ Solo]
                | F#7 |
| - | -   | -   | -   |
| - | -   | -   | B7  |
| - | F#7 | -   | -   |
| - | C#7 | F#7 | -   |

[Verse 4]
          F#7
Ain't she great, ain't she grand?
In my world, she's irreplaceable
I'm her surfboard in the kitchen
My blessings come in waves
         B7
She's my rebirth, she's my lemonade
   F#7
My gravy and my biscuits
Mama, I've been out there hunting
         C#7              F#7
I'ma need   you to make a plate

[Chorus]
    B7
She pets my head and whispers
          F#7
"You poor thing, you must be famished
I just knew that this would happen,
                           C#7
I got all the fixin's made"
         B7                           F#7
I'll get tickfull 'fore I ever pull myself off of this
table
Eatin' big time,
                       C#7            F#7
ain't she pretty? Just rollin' in the shade
Eatin' big time in the holler,
             C#7          F#7
ain't it lovely, ain't it great?

Compases

[Intro]
| F#7 | - | - | - |
| -   | - | - | - |
| -   | - |

One, two
one, two, three

[Verse 1]
            | F#7 | - |
| -   | -   | -   | - |
| -   | -   | B7  | - |
| F#7 | -   | -   | - |
| C#7 | F#7 |

I wasn't braced and kissed my face with the scope of my
rifle
I had shot it from a blind,
as in you'd be blind not to see
That there's a man  in the doorway of a motherfuckin'
mansion
Aiming at the feeder where you'd sat to take a feast

[Verse 2]
            | F#7 | - |
| -   | -   | -   | - |
| -   | -   | B7  | - |
| F#7 | -   | -   | - |
| C#7 | F#7 |

That's what I said, that's what I did
And it did not cut one corner
As I carved that fatneckmother right down to the bone
I let him hang  for several days
And then I cut off hide and scriffin'
I cut it thin,
then throw it in a tupperware to soak

[Chorus]
            | B7  | -  |
| F#7 | -   | -   | -  |
| -   | C#7 | -   | B7 |
| -   | F#7 | -   | -  |
| -   | C#7 | F#7 | -  |

Fried some pieces while I worked
It tasted like I'd made it
Fried in Wagner casted butter in a quiet country place
With albums gold and platinum overflowin' to the ceiling
Eatin' big time is a feelin' with the friends   that I have
made

[Verse 3]
| F#7 | - | -   | -   |
| -   | - | -   | -   |
| B7  | - | F#7 | -   |
| -   | - | C#7 | F#7 |
| -   |

Keep my time on my Weiss
Ya goddamn right, I'm flexin'
'Cause a thousanddollar watch is fine enough flex for me
Have you ever got to hold and blow a thousand fucking
dollars?
It runs for forty hours and then it winds itself to sleep

[Chorus]
      | B7  | -  | F#7 |
| -   | -   | -  | -   |
| C#7 | -   | B7 | -   |
| F#7 | -   | -  | -   |
| C#7 | F#7 | -  |

It's fought for like a bitch and it's a bitch   to keep it
goin'
When they ain't nobody knowin' any prayer you've ever sang
See me now,
I'm on the sow and I'm ridin' to your city
Eatin' big time, ain't she pretty, ain't she witty,
ain't she great?

[Organ Solo]
                | F#7 |
| - | -   | -   | -   |
| - | -   | -   | B7  |
| - | F#7 | -   | -   |
| - | C#7 | F#7 | -   |

[Verse 4]
| F#7 | - | -   | -   |
| -   | - | -   | -   |
| B7  | - | F#7 | -   |
| -   | - | C#7 | F#7 |
| -   |

Ain't she great, ain't she grand?
In my world, she's irreplaceable
I'm her surfboard in the kitchen
My blessings come in waves
She's my rebirth, she's my lemonade
My gravy and my biscuits
Mama, I've been out there hunting
I'ma need   you to make a plate

[Chorus]
      | B7  | -   | F#7 |
| -   | -   | -   | -   |
| C#7 | -   | B7  | -   |
| F#7 | -   | -   | -   |
| C#7 | F#7 | -   | -   |
| -   | C#7 | F#7 |

She pets my head and whispers
"You poor thing, you must be famished
I just knew that this would happen,
I got all the fixin's made"
I'll get tickfull 'fore I ever pull myself off of this
table
Eatin' big time,
ain't she pretty? Just rollin' in the shade
Eatin' big time in the holler,
ain't it lovely, ain't it great?

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