I’ve signed up to see this world
Through the windows of buses and planes
Every since they call my number
I’ll be living in the fast lane
It’s a dream come true
I’m a lucky man
And I love this role I’m on
But I do run out of gas
And it runs so fast so long
Chorus
‘Cause I need some front porch rockin
Some back road walkin
Some sitting around and talk about nothin
I need some screen door slammin
Some homemade jammin
Some biscuits cookin in the oven
I need a little fun with my little one
A little gospel on Sunday
I need some hanging around
In my little town
In a big way
I may wake in the morning in Dallas
And went to bed in Tennessee
I need someone telling me where I am sometimes
And where I am supposed to be
Sometimes I wanna be George Jones
Sometimes Charlie Pride
But all I wanna be right now
Is with my baby tonight
Chorus
‘Cause I need some front porch rocking
Some back road walkin
Some sitting around and talk about nothin
I need some screen door slammin
Some homemade jammin
Some biscuits cookin in the oven
I need a little fun with my little one
A little gospel on Sunday
I need some hanging around
In my little town
In a big way
You know I can’t complain
I love this crazy dream
Chorus
But I need some front porch rockin
Some back road walkin
Some sitting around and talk about nothin
I need some screen door slammin
Some homemade jammin
Some biscuits cookin in the oven
I need a little fun with my little one
A little gospel on Sunday
I need some hangin around
In my little town
I need to take it slow
I need somebody now
I need my little town
And I need it now
In a big way
In a big way
I need some porch rockin
I need back road walkin
I need some sittin around talkin
About nothin really nothin at all
[Thanks to Matthew Ingmire for corrections]
In A Big Way Lyrics by Darius Rucker
. Song rating: 4.5 [1 vote]
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