Waylon Jennings
Big D

(Jerry Crutchfield)

Stranded here in Dallas cold and hungry
I ain't got a dime
Sleepin' in the filty trainyard
At the warmest driest place that I can find.

What have I done that would justify
the way you treatin' me Big D
Stranded here in Dallas cold and hungry
I don't know a soul.

I could feel a little warmer
But I find that there's no coat in my wardrobe
My clothes're paper thin still you
Let your chill of winter fall on me Big D.

--- Instrumental ---

Why I wanna go where the winds don't blow till summer
Somewhere the sun will warm this chill in me
Stranded here in Dallas cold and hungry
I don't even know my name.

Oh, my temperature keeps risin'
And I feel that it's done damage to my brain
Could this dirty trainyard be
The last and final restin' place for me, Big D, Big D...


Mirror lyrics:

The last and final restin' place for me, Big D, Big D...
Could this dirty trainyard be
And I feel that it's done damage to my brain
Oh, my temperature keeps risin'

I don't even know my name.
Stranded here in Dallas cold and hungry
Somewhere the sun will warm this chill in me
Why I wanna go where the winds don't blow till summer

--- Instrumental ---

Let your chill of winter fall on me Big D.
My clothes're paper thin still you
But I find that there's no coat in my wardrobe
I could feel a little warmer

I don't know a soul.
Stranded here in Dallas cold and hungry
the way you treatin' me Big D
What have I done that would justify

At the warmest driest place that I can find.
Sleepin' in the filty trainyard
I ain't got a dime
Stranded here in Dallas cold and hungry

(Jerry Crutchfield)


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