Text: Jason Boland & The Stragglers. Big Shot Rich Man.

Folks like me, they?re always moving
It seems to be the only way to stay
There ain?t nothin too strange or too confusing
It?s better to change a little everyday
Some folks travel, some folks settle
Some folks own and some folks rent
Some folks marry, some just stay single
Everybody wonders where the money went

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I don?t wanna to live like a big shot rich man
I don?t wanna to live like a branded slave
I just want to give some land to my children
So they won?t have to buy my grave

I want to go back to California
I want to be in that state once more
When the floods come in and the quakes are over
I hope I'm not sittin? on the ocean floor
Gonna be with my friends back in Oklahoma
Gonna settle down on a piece of ground
I?ll have 100 wives and a mess of puppies
I could live my life, like a natural hound

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Gonna roll me a reefer, seven foot long
Smoke that reefer, I got turned on
I hocked a tape deck made in Hong Kong
I bought some more reefer, now my money?s gone

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