Gram Parsons Big Mouth Blues Lyrics
            Oh, well, I was born in alittle bitty tar hut
            And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't
            keep my big, big mouth shut
            So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving
            When any ole day I might be even
            And Lord knows that New York City's got
            a lot to do with it
            I wish someday I could find the way
            to get it out of my grain
            This dirty old town's gonna sink right down
            and I don't want to go with it
            Well I wish there was a way that
            I knew to get even
            A way to get a lick in
            A 'bobbin' and a 'weavin'
            Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin'
            You can do on a train
        
            Well, I once knew a man who sailed around
            the world twice
            He would have made it three but he took
            a lot of bad advice
            So you just tell me what's the sense of me
            sittin' here leavin'
            When any ole day I might get even
            And Lord knows New York City's got
            alot to do with it
            I wish someday I could find a way to get it out
            of my brain
            This dirty old town's gonna sink right down
            and I don't want to go with it
            I wish there was a way that I knew to get even,
            way to get a lick in
            A 'bobbin' and a'weavin'
            Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin'
            You can do on a train
            Oh, yes!
        
            Well, I once knew a man who sailed around
            the world twice
            But his motor cooled down and now he's
            deliverin' ice
            Tell me what's the sense of him
            sittin' here leavin'
            When any ole day he might get even
            And Lord knows New York City's got
            a lot to do with it
            I wish someday he could find a way to get it out
            of his brain
            This dirty old town's gonna sink right down
            and I don't want to go with it
            I wish there was a way that I knew to get even
            Way to get a lick in
            A 'bobbin and a'weavin'
            And all the things besides goin' and a'leavin'
            You can do on a train
            Oh, yeah
        
            by Gram Parsons
        
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