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COMIN'
TO YOUR CITY
BIG & RICH
The Freak Parade
Big Kenny / John Rich
Somebody’s got to be unafraid to lead the freak parade
Somebody’s got to be unafraid to lead the freak parade
Somebody’s got to be unafraid to lead the freak parade
To lead the freak, to lead the freak, to lead the freak parade
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Vincent and Associates, LLC), WB Music Corp. / Rich Texan Music (ASCAP)
All rights admin. by WB Music Corp.
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Brian Barnett – Drums
Ethan Pilzer – Bass
Mike Rojas – Keys
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
Paul Worley – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Comin’ To Your City
Big Kenny / John Rich
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 airliner
And if you want a little bang in your yin yang come along
Well we flew through Cincinnati and we all got really happy
Grabbed a bowl of that Skyline chili along the way
Then we rolled on in to Canton scared the hell out of Marilyn Manson
And the party started happenin’ hey hey hey
And in the middle of a Charleston night we ran into Jessico White
And a little moonshine got us right plum smack insane
And 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 airliner
And if you want a little bang in your yin yang come along
Well we broke down in Greenville in the middle of a hay field
But a Bud Light truck pulled up and helped us out
So we dead-headed up to Pittsburg found a hotel full of interns
Took them down to the Dirty O and turned them out
Oh and Chippewa’s were we go when we’re up in Buffalo
Don’t you know those Yankees drink enough to drown
Yeah 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 airliner
And if you want a little bang in your yin yang come along
Listen up
Now LA’s got the freaks at Pink’s and fifteen-dollar drinks
And San Antonio is a wild wild rodeo
And in Phoenix Arizona we drink way too much Corona
And we woke up by the river in Jeff City, MO
And 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 airliner
And if you want a little bang in your yin yang come along
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 airliner
And if you want a little bang in your yin yang
If you want a little zing in your zang zang
If you want a little ching in your chang chang
Come along
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Vincent and Associates, LLC), WB Music Corp. / Rich Texan Music (ASCAP)
All rights admin. by WB Music Corp.
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Brian Barnett – Drums
Justin Tocket – Bass
Dennis Burnside – Keys
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin – Fiddle, Banjo
Soul Shaker
Big Kenny / John Rich / Rodney Clawson
Baby don’t you know I’m a real soul shaker
Baby don’t you know I’m gonna set your world on fire
Gonna take you so high we’ll be tearing a hole in the sky
I’m a dynamite daddy I’ll put the rhythm in your blues
I’m not a wishy washy boy like you’re use to
Chorus
I’m a real soul shaker
I’m a true love maker
I’m a giver and taker
Yeah, when I give you what I got, you’re gonna rock
Ain’t gonna wam bam, thank you mam
I ain’t gonna be just another heart breaker
Baby don’t you know I’m real soul shaker
Momma always said, I’d run into a girl like you
Sweet and smart and stronger than a hundred proof
You’re so fine you’d make a bulldog break his chain
I’m gonna wrap you up in love like a hurricane
And blow you away
Repeat Chorus
You’re like perfect peaches in a tree
(You’re like perfect peaches in a tree)
You won’t find a better honeybee
A better honeybee than me, cuz
Repeat Chorus
I’m a true love maker
I’m a girlfriend taker
Yeah, when I give you what I got, you’re gonna rock
Ain’t gonna wam bam, thank you mam
I ain’t gonna be just another heart breaker
Baby don’t you know I’m real soul shaker
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Vincent and Associates, LLC), WB Music Corp. / Rich Texan Music (ASCAP)
All rights admin. by WB Music Corp., Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
(BMI) All rights admin. by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Brian Barnett – Drums, Percussion
Ethan Pilzer – Bass
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
Paul Worley – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin – Fiddle, Banjo
Never Mind Me
Big Kenny / John Rich / Rodney Clawson
If you see me on the street, lookin’ like I ain’t slept in
a week, hey
Don’t worry baby
Find me closing down the bar, catch me crawlin’ to me car, hey
Just look the other way
And if I’m by myself with a twisted face filling up on comfortable
space
Never mind me
(I’ll be fine just talkin’ to myself)
Never mind me
(Sittin’ all alone inside my personal hell)
I’m doing just fine
Never mind me
Well if you just can’t comprehend why I’d be kissin’ your
best friend, hey
Just keep on walkin’ baby
Cause when you’re sittin’ on the edge of a twenty-story ledge,
oh
Well don’t try to save me, no
I’m probably lookin’ at the sky just tryin’ to find a
reason why
Repeat Chorus
Don’t remind me I’m not crazy
Don’t’ rewind me then replay me
I’m just fine
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Chorus
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Vincent and Associates, LLC), WB Music Corp. / Rich Texan Music (ASCAP)
All rights admin. by WB Music Corp., Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
(BMI) All rights admin. by Warner-Tamerlane Publishing Corp.
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Wayne Killius – Drums
Justin Tockett – Bass
Howard Laravea – B3, Synth
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Mike Johnson – Steel
Caught Up In The Moment
Big Kenny / John Rich
She was sittin’ at a bar in LAX, readin’ Cosmo how to have
good sex
When she saw him walking through the security check
Well she gave him a wink, said “come over here, hey hey good lookin’
Can I buy you a beer?” it’s like Nelly said “It’s
getting hot in here!”
She said “I’m headin’ out to Vegas on a 747 in 35 minutes
down at gate 11
If you wanna get lucky I’ll take you to Heaven”
He said “I got a million dollar meeting up in New York City,
If I ain’t there it’ll be a cryin’ pity, but somethin’ ‘bout
you’s too damn pretty!”
Chorus
Yeah, they got caught up in the moment, couldn’t help themselves
They got caught up in the moment, got wild as hell
It was everything they wanted right then and there
They got caught up in the moment, caught up, caught up
At 20,000 feet on a Southwest flight she whispered to him “we ain’t
got all night”
So he reached up and turned off the overhead light
And by the time they landed sure enough it was more than lust, but less
than love
They were full-fledged members of the “you know what club”!
Repeat Chorus
He was 10 grand up at a blackjack table, she was dressed to the nines
Drinkin’ fine Black Label he said “I think I’m gonna
cash out and buy you a diamond ring”
So they headed down the strip to the wedding chapel in a stretch limousine
that was Candy apple, got married by a preacher man that looked just like
the king!
Repeat Chorus
Repeat Chorus
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Vincent and Associates, LLC), WB Music Corp. / Rich Texan Music (ASCAP)
All rights admin. by WB Music Corp.
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Brian Barnett – Drums
Justin Tocket – Bass
Dennis Burnside – Synth
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin – Fiddle, Mandolin, Dobro
Leap Of Faith
Big Kenny / John Rich
I put myself on a limb
And I feel it giving way from the weight of the rain
If I brake or I bend
I get myself together again, put my face to the wind
Chorus
It might be a long long way to my golden day
That’s a chance I’m willing to take
There’s no chain no cage that I won’t brake
In this long long leap of faith
I close my eyes
And I walk right to the edge, throw my hands to the sky
Oh, I’m not afraid
I’m not afraid to live this life through my dreaming eyes
Repeat Chorus
To a rocket I’ve been tied, I’m ready for the screaming ride
It’s full of fuel and I just lit the fuse
I’m a raging burning ring of fire and I get hotter as I get higher
And I’m tearing a hole right through this sky of blue
Oh, There’s no chain no cage that I won’t brake
In this long long leap of faith
In this long long leap of faith
To a rocket I’ve been tied, I’m ready for the screaming ride
It’s full of fuel and I just lit the fuse
I’m a raging burning ring of fire and I get hotter as I get higher
And I’m tearing a hole right through this sky of blue
To a rocket I’ve been tied, I’m ready for the screaming ride
It’s full of fuel and I just lit the fuse
I’m a raging burning ring of fire and I get hotter as I get higher
And I’m tearing a hole right through this sky of blue
I’m tearing a hole right through this sky of blue
I’m tearing a hole right through this sky of blue
In this long long leap of faith
© 2005 Big Love Music (BMI) (Adm. by Carol
Vincent and Associates, LLC), WB Music Corp. / Rich Texan Music (ASCAP)
All rights admin. by WB Music Corp.
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Brian Barnett – Drums
Ethan Pilzer – Bass
Mike Rojas – Piano, Synth
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
Paul Worley – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin – Mandolin, Cello
Mike Johnson – Steel
I Pray For You
Big Kenny / John Rich
Sometimes when I sleep
I can see you walkin’ back to me
Sometimes I wake up
Cause I swear I felt your touch
Then emotions overcome me
And the darkness is so cold,
Chorus
I light a candle watch it burn
I feel the angels come and fill this room
Oh, when you’re gone I miss you so much
I do the only thing I can do
I pray for you
I pray for you
Every minute of the day
I can clearly see your face
And every minute we’re apart
Oh, you know it just breaks my heart
I’m so lonely, but I’m OK
Cause I know we’ll be together again
Repeat Chorus
Oh, I pray for you
Please hold her and protect her
‘Til she’s back here in my arms again
Oh and tell her how I love her
And I’ll be waitin’ right here forever, AMEN
I feel the angels come and fill this room
Oh, when you’re gone I miss you so much
I do the only thing I can do
I pray for you
I pray for you
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Vincent and Associates, LLC), WB Music Corp. / Rich Texan Music (ASCAP)
All rights admin. by WB Music Corp.
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Brian Barnett – Drums
Ethan Pilzer – Bass
Mike Rojas – Synth
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
Paul Worley – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin – Mandolin
Mike Johnson - Steel
Filthy Rich
Big Kenny / John Rich / Bill McDavid / Freddy Powers / Sonny Throckmorton
Everybody’s trying to get filthy rich off of somebody else’s
money
Grandma worked her whole life sewing at a shirt factory
She was saving for retirement, she had ‘em take a little out every
week
But then a big man up in a high rise, he cashed in his options and run
Well, took all her money and buddy that ain’t funny
Now Granny’s work will never be done
Chorus
Cuz, everybody’s trying to get filthy rich off of somebody else’s
money
Hey, me and my friends we were talking ‘bout that, ole Freddy, Bill
and Sonny
How with all my brains and all your cash, we could make a million, you
can bet your ass
Everybody’s trying to get filthy rich off of somebody else’s
money
I saw a preacher on the TV with big diamond rings on his hand
He was begging for some money, he said to send us every penny you can
I guess the good Lord’s got a mortgage and a payment on a yacht in
the Keys
So we better keep sending our hard earned living to those God fearing folks
on TV
Repeat Chorus
Yeah with all my brains and all your cash, we could make a million, you
can bet your ass
Everybody’s trying to get filthy rich off of somebody else’s
money
Everybody’s trying to get big and rich off of somebody else’s
money
© 2005 Big Love Music (BMI) (Adm. by Carol
Vincent and Associates, LLC), WB Music Corp. / Rich Texan Music (ASCAP)
All rights admin. by WB Music Corp., Rogers And Hammerhead Music (BMI),
Ryman Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Brian Barnett – Drums
Ethan Pilzer – Bass
Mike Rojas – Piano
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Max Abrams – Sax
Jonathan Yudkin - Fiddle
Jalapeno
John Rich
Well I got a girlfriend her name is Maria
Sexy, spicy hot senorita
She like to two-step, she like to mumbo
Heats up like a Texas jalapeno
Whoo
Jalapena man
Whoo
Well I get so hot every time I kiss her
Spin me around like an Amarillo twister
So I take her for a ride in me El Camino
You know I like my ladies hot – like jalapeno
Whoo
Jalapena brother
Whoo
Say everybody wanna heat it up, wanna eat it up,
Wanna sing a long with me, Big & Rich is where the party be
Say everybody wanna heat it up, wanna eat it up,
Wanna sing a long with me, Big & Rich is where the party, where the
party be
Well my baby let’s the tequila do the talkin’
Long as she knows that everybody’s watchin’
Shakin’ that thing like a wild bandito
You know she burns the whole place up like jalapeno
Whoo
Jalapena man
Whoo
Jalapena whoo
Jalapena brother
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(ASCAP) All rights admin. by WB Music Corp.
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Wayne Killius – Drums
Justin Tockett – Bass
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin – Fiddle
Mike Johnson - Steel
20 Margaritas
Big Kenny
There’s a boy named Bill
He’s from up there in Virginia
He makes that lighten’ holler in them hills
He’s got a recipe handed down from his pappy
In a shiny 50-gallon copper still
There’s a boy name Jose
Makes the best guacamole
And the hottest hot tamales in the land
He knows how to grow habaneras
And he plays in a mariachi band
Chorus
I’ll trade you 20 margaritas for your moonshine
Cause I like to have a party all the time
I’ll trade you 20 margaritas for your moonshine
Cause I hear that stuff can really blow your mind
When Jose met Billy he was tequila crazy
In a honky tonk getting’ cowboy drunk on a moonlight starry night
Jose said Billy we ought to have us a party
And invite all them senoritas and just watch that full moon shine
Repeat Chorus
Now Jose and Billy became the best of buddies
And raised a lot of hell around the world
But they’ll never drink and drive cause they want to stay alive
And have time to kiss all the lovely girls
Repeat Chorus
Oh I hear that stuff can really blow your mind
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Vincent and Associates, LLC)
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Wayne Killius – Drums
Matt Pierson – Bass
Howard Laravea – Piano
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin – Fiddle, Banjo
Max Abrams - Sax
Mike Johnson - Steel
Blow My Mind
Big Kenny
Tell me brother sisters do you listen when it rains
Are you worried something’s going to end it all today
Is there anything that you had wished that you had said
Or is it all just bouncing like a bubble in your head
Run, run til you’re far away
Run, run til you’re far away
Cause if you want to blow my mind
Blow my mind, blow my mind
If you want to blow my mind
Blow my mind, blow my mind
Chorus
Boom boom diddy diddy
Boom boom diddy diddy
Boom boom diddy diddy boom Hey
Boom boom diddy diddy
Boom boom diddy diddy
Boom boom diddy diddy boom Hey
Heart’s a motor bigger than a super nova train
Shame it’s got to deal with all the demons in your brain
Tell me when you’re ready we can kiss and say goodbye
Or if you want to me and a few friends are gonna fly
Run, run til you’re far away
Run, run til you’re far away
Cause if you want to blow my mind
Blow my mind, blow my mind
If you want to blow my mind
Blow my mind, blow my mind
Repeat Chorus
If you want to blow my mind it’s time for you to start the show
If you want to blow my mind it’s time for you to let it go
Repeat Chorus x2
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Vincent and Associates, LLC),
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Brian Barnett – Drums
Ethan Pilzer – Bass
Mike Rojas – B-3, Synth
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
Paul Worley – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin – Fiddle, Mandolin, Banjo
Slow Motion
Big Kenny / John Rich
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 oh I’m breaking in slow motion
Oh oh oh how did it hit me so fast
It hurts so bad, it hurts so bad
Somebody tell me how long will this last
Cuz oh oh oh, I’m breaking in slow motion
Feels like I’m frozen in a dream
I can’t run, can’t even scream
I’m trying to fight but I can’t get my fist up
How does somebody get so messed up
Repeat Chorus
Let go, let go,
Why can’t I make myself do it
I don’t know
Oh . . .
Repeat Chorus
Oh oh oh I’m breaking in slow motion
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Vincent and Associates, LLC), WB Music Corp. / Rich Texan Music (ASCAP)
All rights admin. by WB Music Corp.
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Brian Barnett – Drums
Ethan Pilzer – Bass
Mike Rojas – B-3, Wurlitzer
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
Paul Worley – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin – Mandolin, Octofone
Strings composed, arranged and performed by Jonathan Yudkin
Mike Johnson - Steel
8th Of November
Big Kenny / John Rich
Said goodbye to him mamma as he left South Dakota
To fight for the red, white and blue
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
Just doing what he had to do
He was dropped in the jungle where the choppers would rumble
With the smell of napalm in the air
And the sergeant said . . . . . look up ahead
Like a dark evil cloud 1200 came down on him and 29 more
They fought for their lives but most of them died in the 173d Airborne
Chorus
On the 8th of November the angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
There were few men left standing that day
Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965, the 8th of November
Now he’s fifty-eight and his pony tail’s gray
But the battle still plays in his head
He limps when he walks but he’s strong when he talks
About the shrapnel they left in his leg
He puts on a gray suit over his Airborne tattoo
And he ties it on one time a year
And remembers the fallen as he orders a tall one
And swallows it down with his tears
Repeat Chorus
Saw the eagle fly through a clear blue sky
1965…
On the 8th of November the angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
There were few men left standing that day
Repeat Chorus
Said goodbye to him mamma as he left South Dakota
To fight for the red, white and blue
He was nineteen and green with a new M-16
Just doing what he had to do
© 2005 Big Love Music (BMI) (Adm. by Carol
Vincent and Associates, LLC), WB Music Corp. / Rich Texan Music (ASCAP)
All rights admin. by WB Music Corp.
All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission.
Brian Barnett – Drums
Ethan Pilzer – Bass
Mike Rojas – Piano, Synth
Adam Shoenfeld – Electric Guitar
Paul Worley – Electric Guitar
John Rich – Acoustic Guitar
Jonathan Yudkin – Fiddle, Mandolin, Harp
Mike Johnson - Steel
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