Big Ol' Boy

minimal quality acoustic guitar and hard Southern accent, ‑bro-country bombast, ‑arena-pop gloss, ‑2010s Nashville pop sheen, ‑modern trap hats, ‑808 sub swells, ‑EDM risers, ‑festival big-room drops, ‑hyperpop formant shifts, ‑glam rock crunch, ‑grunge fuzz walls, ‑nu-metal chugs, ‑progressive rock suites, ‑math-rock polymeters, ‑jazz-fusion extensions, ‑bebop chromatic blitz, ‑bossa nova syncopation, ‑reggae offbeat skank, ‑dub delays, ‑synthwave arpeggios, ‑electroclash grit, ‑techno four-on-the-floor, ‑house sidechain pumps, ‑trance supersaws, ‑drum-and-bass breakbeats, ‑lo-fi hip-hop wooze, ‑R&B melisma runs, ‑gospel choir grandeur, ‑choral polyphony stacks, ‑orchestral cinematic swells, ‑film-score ostinati, ‑ambient drone expanses, ‑shoegaze reverb clouds, ‑post-rock crescendos, ‑indie jangle shimmer, ‑surf tremolo twang rides, ‑rockabilly slap frenzy extremes, ‑bluegrass flatpick speed trials, ‑western swing horn charts, ‑zydeco rubboard drive, ‑Tejano accordion leads, ‑mariachi trumpet fanfares, ‑flamenco rasgueado flourishes, ‑Latin trap dembow patterns, ‑Afrobeat interlockin

[Verse 1] I rolled up slow in my Sunday shirt Mud on the tires, a little red dirt You said, “Big fella, you lost your way?” I said, “Maybe, but I’d sure like to stay” [Pre-Chorus] Got a porch swing, got a jar of tea Got a whole lot of charm and a little too much me [Chorus] Darlin’, I can talk that country talk Sweet as peach pie, smooth as a midnight walk If you like your compliments with a backroad drawl I’m your big ol’ boy, come and hear it all I’ll say you’re pretty till the crickets quit Then grin like I didn’t mean a word of it [Verse 2] I can fix a gate, I can split that wood I can make a shy smile look real good You lean on the fence, I forget my line So I tip my hat and say, “You’re doing fine” [Pre-Chorus] Got a porch swing, got a jar of tea Got a whole lot of charm and a little too much me [Chorus] Darlin’, I can talk that country talk Sweet as peach pie, smooth as a midnight walk If you like your compliments with a backroad drawl I’m your big ol’ boy, come and hear it all I’ll say you’re pretty till the crickets quit Then grin like I didn’t mean a word of it [Bridge] I ain’t slick, but I know what to say “Stay a little longer” sounds good either way You can call me corny, I’ll call that fair Long as you’re still smiling over there [Final Chorus] Darlin’, I can talk that country talk Sweet as peach pie, smooth as a midnight walk If you like your compliments with a backroad drawl I’m your big ol’ boy, come and hear it all I’ll say you’re pretty till the crickets quit Then grin like I didn’t mean a word of it [Outro] Big ol’ boy with a country line You keep smiling, I’ll take my time

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