Lyrics Eatin' Big Time - Tyler Childers

One, two, three, four

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

That's what I said, that's what I did
And it did not cut one corner
As I carved that fat-neck-mother 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

I 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

Keep my time on my Weiss
Ya goddamn right, I'm flexin'
'Cause a thousand-dollar 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

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?

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

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 tick-full '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?