Party 'Round Back
(Intro.)
Big Bubba Jr. is in the hizzy.
(Verse 1.)
He was a school drop out.
A short fry cook.
An Eagle Scout
Read the Good Book.
Fell in love with his wife
When they were in their teens.
Leads a humble life,
But has big dreams.
Dreams with his guitar
With clear, strong voice.
One day he’d be a star
Fill the world with his noise.
Go to Nashville someday,
And he’d take his prize.
But with a child on the way,
Now it’s time for sacrifice.
(Hook.)
(Rap.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
You can always see my arms, ‘cause I think that sleeves are whack.
I got a pack of fighting dogs that I never let bark.
Don’t wanna wake my neighbors up in my trailer park.
(Country.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
You can always see my arms, ‘cause I think that sleeves are whack.
I’m cryin’ in my beer ‘bout my best friend Buck.
Took my wife. Took my kids. Even took my pick-up truck.
(Verse 2.)
Life can be tough
For simple country folk.
You never have enough
When you’re pregnant and broke.
Still had each other.
With a little bit of luck.
These young lovers
Could stay in that truck
When the days got hot
On those summer nights
When they whispered their thoughts
By dashboard lights.
They had yesterday,
Memories to borrow,
And in the good ole U.S.A.,
You always have tomorrow.
(Hook.)
(Rap.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
You can always see my arms, ‘cause I think that sleeves are whack.
Just an urban cowboy bringin’ Western to the west siiide.
Even a stone cold G can have some redneck pride.
(Country.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
I gotta right to bare arms, and I think that sleeves are whack.
Got a tear in my forty ‘bout my homie Jack.
Took my boo. Took my bling. Even took my Cadillac.
(Verse 3.)
She went into labor.
Clocked out from the store.
Called up her neighbor,
Who knocked on her door.
Met her loving husband
At the emergency room.
Not quite the plan,
But she’d be a mother soon.
It’s a miracle of life,
Bringing a baby to this world.
Husband and wife
And now a baby girl.
Daddy swelled with pride.
Then he looked down.
A grown man cries,
His baby is brown.
Yeah. . . About that.
(Rap.)
All my exes live in Texas, so I live in L.A.
Wouldn’t stand by her man. I stopped loving her today.
‘Cause of her cheatin’ heart, now I walk the line.
I fall to pieces, ‘cause she’s always on my mind.
Thought my tractor was sexy. Crazy coal miner’s daughter.
Gave beer to my horses, but horses drink water.
Sure as thunder rolls - sure as lightening strikes,
I’m a man of constant sorrow, so lonesome I could cry.
There goes my life on the road again. Well, happy trails.
Didn’t grow to be a cowboy, ‘cause my momma fails.
But you wanted a cowboy sweetheart. Cowboy took you away.
Broke my achey breaky heart. Now it’s Independence Day!
Hey, good lookin’, how can I help you say goodbye?
How can I boot skoot your honky tonk jive?
Please remember me when you’re in wide open spaces.
And remember I got lots of friends in lots of low places.
Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin and Big Bubba Jr.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, The Sneaker Kings (Dennis Ingram, Jim Lakin, and Michael Magnuson), and Godson.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin and Big Bubba Jr.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Lead Guitar: Michael Magnuson
Bass Guitar: Dennis Ingram
Drums: Jim Lakin
Keys: Chase Pado
Banjo, Jaw Harp, Spoons, Washboard: The Big Bubba Jr. Band
Big Bubba Jr. is in the hizzy.
(Verse 1.)
He was a school drop out.
A short fry cook.
An Eagle Scout
Read the Good Book.
Fell in love with his wife
When they were in their teens.
Leads a humble life,
But has big dreams.
Dreams with his guitar
With clear, strong voice.
One day he’d be a star
Fill the world with his noise.
Go to Nashville someday,
And he’d take his prize.
But with a child on the way,
Now it’s time for sacrifice.
(Hook.)
(Rap.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
You can always see my arms, ‘cause I think that sleeves are whack.
I got a pack of fighting dogs that I never let bark.
Don’t wanna wake my neighbors up in my trailer park.
(Country.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
You can always see my arms, ‘cause I think that sleeves are whack.
I’m cryin’ in my beer ‘bout my best friend Buck.
Took my wife. Took my kids. Even took my pick-up truck.
(Verse 2.)
Life can be tough
For simple country folk.
You never have enough
When you’re pregnant and broke.
Still had each other.
With a little bit of luck.
These young lovers
Could stay in that truck
When the days got hot
On those summer nights
When they whispered their thoughts
By dashboard lights.
They had yesterday,
Memories to borrow,
And in the good ole U.S.A.,
You always have tomorrow.
(Hook.)
(Rap.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
You can always see my arms, ‘cause I think that sleeves are whack.
Just an urban cowboy bringin’ Western to the west siiide.
Even a stone cold G can have some redneck pride.
(Country.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
I gotta right to bare arms, and I think that sleeves are whack.
Got a tear in my forty ‘bout my homie Jack.
Took my boo. Took my bling. Even took my Cadillac.
(Verse 3.)
She went into labor.
Clocked out from the store.
Called up her neighbor,
Who knocked on her door.
Met her loving husband
At the emergency room.
Not quite the plan,
But she’d be a mother soon.
It’s a miracle of life,
Bringing a baby to this world.
Husband and wife
And now a baby girl.
Daddy swelled with pride.
Then he looked down.
A grown man cries,
His baby is brown.
Yeah. . . About that.
(Rap.)
All my exes live in Texas, so I live in L.A.
Wouldn’t stand by her man. I stopped loving her today.
‘Cause of her cheatin’ heart, now I walk the line.
I fall to pieces, ‘cause she’s always on my mind.
Thought my tractor was sexy. Crazy coal miner’s daughter.
Gave beer to my horses, but horses drink water.
Sure as thunder rolls - sure as lightening strikes,
I’m a man of constant sorrow, so lonesome I could cry.
There goes my life on the road again. Well, happy trails.
Didn’t grow to be a cowboy, ‘cause my momma fails.
But you wanted a cowboy sweetheart. Cowboy took you away.
Broke my achey breaky heart. Now it’s Independence Day!
Hey, good lookin’, how can I help you say goodbye?
How can I boot skoot your honky tonk jive?
Please remember me when you’re in wide open spaces.
And remember I got lots of friends in lots of low places.
Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin and Big Bubba Jr.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, The Sneaker Kings (Dennis Ingram, Jim Lakin, and Michael Magnuson), and Godson.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin and Big Bubba Jr.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Lead Guitar: Michael Magnuson
Bass Guitar: Dennis Ingram
Drums: Jim Lakin
Keys: Chase Pado
Banjo, Jaw Harp, Spoons, Washboard: The Big Bubba Jr. Band
2011 copyright for all of "Fresh Donuts."