Bigfoot Got Me Bad

chittysmitty1956

rowdy outlaw country comedy, brisk two-step groove, acoustic guitar strum, twangy electric fills, fiddle answers, upright bass, snare-forward bar-band drums, raspy male storyteller vocal, spoken comic asides, escalating verses into a big singalong chorus, live honky-tonk room feel, clean punchy mix

V6-MINI

[Chorus]
He says Bigfoot got me, boys, Bigfoot got me bad
That explains the busted cooler and the headache that I had
We say, "Friend, you fought a trash can and lost your favorite shoe"
He says, "Y'all weren't there that night, so what else could I do?"

[Verse 2]
He wakes up on the porch with a sunrise in his eyes
A dog chain tangled round him, two raccoons looking surprised
A bump upon his forehead, a scrape across his hand
He points toward the timber like a witness in the stand

[Chorus]
He says Bigfoot got me, boys, Bigfoot got me bad
That explains the busted cooler and the headache that I had
We say, "Friend, you tripped on your own boots by the barbecue"
He says, "Y'all weren't there that night, so what else could I do?"

[Verse 3]
His truck wears a dent where the passenger door should shine
The four-wheeler's sleeping in a ditch beside the county line
The fence is down, the grill is bent, the garden gate is gone
He blames one hairy legend, then asks us for a dawn

[Bridge]
No print, no hair, no trail to find
No blurry picture anyone can recognize
But every time that white can starts to disappear from sight
A brand-new Bigfoot story comes walking in by daylight

[Verse 4]
He says, "I minded my business, I was peaceful as a dove"
We say, "You tried to wrestle a mailbox you thought you loved"
He says, "That beast was throwing fits, he tore the whole place apart"
We say, "You backed into the porch, then blamed it on the dark"

[Chorus]
He says Bigfoot got me, boys, Bigfoot got me bad
That explains the busted tailgate and the memory that I had
We say, "Put down the can before the woods start looking blue"
He says, "Y'all weren't there that night, so what else could I do?"

[Verse 5]
We've seen him fight a cinder block, we've seen him miss a chair
We've seen him try to drive home with one headlight and a prayer
We've seen him wake up hollering, "Where in the world I've been?"
Then point toward the forest and begin the tale again

[Outro]
So take this warning, boys, when the cheap white cans are cold
Know your limits at the picnic before the legend takes hold
If you wake up sore with your truck parked in the creek
Don't blame the hairy monster till you check your own technique

He says Bigfoot got me, and maybe that's his truth
But the footprints by the cooler match his size-ten boots
No scientist has proved it, and no tracker knows the route
But nobody tells a better story than the Natural Light Bigfootin' outlaw

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[Verse 1] There's a guy we all know with a fridge that hums all night Thirty cans deep on a Tuesday night He drinks till the floor starts leaning again Till he can't tell where he stops and the pine trees begin [Chorus] He says Bigfoot got me, boys, Bigfoot got me bad That explains the busted cooler and the headache that I had We say, "Friend, you fought a trash can and lost your favorite shoe" He says, "Y'all weren't there that night, so what else could I do?" [Verse 2] He wakes up on the porch with a sunrise in his eyes A dog chain tangled round him, two raccoons looking surprised A bump upon his forehead, a scrape across his hand He points toward the timber like a witness in the stand [Chorus] He says Bigfoot got me, boys, Bigfoot got me bad That explains the busted cooler and the headache that I had We say, "Friend, you tripped on your own boots by the barbecue" He says, "Y'all weren't there that night, so what else could I do?" [Verse 3] His truck wears a dent where the passenger door should shine The four-wheeler's sleeping in a ditch beside the county line The fence is down, the grill is bent, the garden gate is gone He blames one hairy legend, then asks us for a dawn [Bridge] No print, no hair, no trail to find No blurry picture anyone can recognize But every time that white can starts to disappear from sight A brand-new Bigfoot story comes walking in by daylight [Verse 4] He says, "I minded my business, I was peaceful as a dove" We say, "You tried to wrestle a mailbox you thought you loved" He says, "That beast was throwing fits, he tore the whole place apart" We say, "You backed into the porch, then blamed it on the dark" [Chorus] He says Bigfoot got me, boys, Bigfoot got me bad That explains the busted tailgate and the memory that I had We say, "Put down the can before the woods start looking blue" He says, "Y'all weren't there that night, so what else could I do?" [Verse 5] We've seen him fight a cinder block, we've seen him miss a chair We've seen him try to drive home with one headlight and a prayer We've seen him wake up hollering, "Where in the world I've been?" Then point toward the forest and begin the tale again [Outro] So take this warning, boys, when the cheap white cans are cold Know your limits at the picnic before the legend takes hold If you wake up sore with your truck parked in the creek Don't blame the hairy monster till you check your own technique He says Bigfoot got me, and maybe that's his truth But the footprints by the cooler match his size-ten boots No scientist has proved it, and no tracker knows the route But nobody tells a better story than the Natural Light Bigfootin' outlaw

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