Big Iron Songtext
von Condado

It′s in the back of your truck
Everything that you could need to go and catch a stroke of luck
To get the fuck away and leave the lack of sleeping in the dust

I've seen you hitting the sauce again
Nowhere enough to make a scene
The aching never ends
A spiked drink becomes serene
But when I say you′ve got some patience
I couldn't be anymore sincere
Oh what I'd do to be complacent
With all the shit going on this year

You won′t offend anyone if you took your own advice for once


You′d tell me pack your bags
Don't pick the scabs
Dust off your knees
And step away for a while

Cause I wanna know
You went west for the winter
I wanna hear
That your boy′s doing better
I wanna be told it's true even if it′s through
The grapevine

Just head for the hills
And sit by the fire
Watch all the snow
Pile up on the tires
On the truck that'll take you way from it all
Big Iron