Coming Clean

Well I'm a big-lying two-timing son of a bitch
You ain't even seen the worst of it
Went into a bank and they told me son
You're flat broke unless you got a gun
At the bar I got me an open tab
And I ain't paying till I get grabbed
The women and men and enbys
Put me in quite the frenzy

I'm big-lying two-timing
Fence-climbing fake-dying
Petty-criming cheap-rhyming
Son of a Jewess

In counties across the southwest
Many Marshalls made slick arrests
But I always manage to slip on by
I'm a shapeshifting quick-drifting sort of a guy
So baby if I hurt you I wantchu to know
I'm just one of those big bozos
And should you put a bounty on my head
There's no one I'd rather have make me dead

Yeah I'm big-lying two-timing
Fence-climbing fake-dying
Petty-criming cheap-rhyming
Son of a great mom

When the night comes to a close
I got lots of people lots of folks
Valley cares for me like a nursery
Ramble from cowboy bar to grandma's chicken soup



Credits
Writer(s): Carl Warmuth
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