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Big GeorgeOnce upon a time thereWas a friend of mine called Big George All the movers in the town Knew his kinda frown And his how do He was the kind of a guy He'd look you in the eye And he'd say more sir And to get him on the run It'd take a 10 ton gun And that's no joke sir But I ain't seen him In a long long time I ain't been back that way no So give him my regards I'll make the day I'll make the day Every Friday night As they turn out the lights At Callum county hall We can move him from the bar Make it to the car And he'd say where to? The idea's to live Two days to thrill And one weeks wages in my boot We used to ride the border line With blues, women and booze Making fun time But I ain't seen him In a long long time I ain't been back that way no So give him my regards I'll make the day I'll make the day Son of a guns Yeah hit lights he's hfun Big George Sometimes at night You'll catch him in a fight Big George yeah I had some fun You had 'em all All of them gone He's a hard man to beat With a size 10 feet Don't mess with Big George Or he'll put you in the ground Later to be found Don't mess with big George A kind of gutter smile When I think of her style Way back in those days But forever and at all He never took her phone No Big George But I ain't seen him In a long long time I ain't been back that way no So give him my regards I'll make the day I'll make the day Don't mess with Big George He's my pal, don't mess with Big George Eh he eh baby don't mess with Big George Oh no, no no no, don't mess with Big George |