Dear Big City Songtext
von Dylan Scott

Dear big city, I know you′re busy
Don't worry ′bout writing me back
I know you don't know me from Adam
Need a second if he had one
Have some favors that I have to ask
There's a boy in an off-white F-150
On a pedal heavy headed your way
I′ve known him since he was a kid
And just like you, he′s gotten big
And doesn't know that I′ve been dreading this day

When he gets there, can you make sure that he lands on his feet?
And find some friends out at a bar that like his cowboy boots
If there's a girl you got that feels a lot like home, let him meet
Give him some room to grow, but please just don′t pull out his roots
He needed more than I had to make his dreams all come true
That's why I′m passing the torch and leaving that up to you
But could you do me a solid?
Piss him off every so often so that he comes back around
Dear big city, signed sincerely, small town


His mama's going crazy
He's my buddy, he′s her baby
Can you make sure that he makes some time to call?
I know your bars got fancy screens
But if Baton Rouge has a team worth watching
Can we borrow him this fall?
I promise that if you can give me that
I′ll load him up with cheaper gas and send him back

When he gets there, can you make sure that he lands on his feet?
And find some friends out at a bar that like his cowboy boots
If there's a girl you got that feels a lot like home, let him meet
Give him some room to grow, but please just don′t pull out his roots
He needed more than I had to make his dreams all come true
That's why I′m passing the torch and leaving that up to you
But could you do me a solid?
Piss him off every so often so that he comes back around
Dear big city, signed sincerely, small town

P.S., he'll always have a home in B.F
Even if he don′t come back anytime soon
I hope you love him just like I do


When he gets there, can you make sure that he lands on his feet?
And find some friends out at a bar that like his cowboy boots
If there's a girl you got that feels a lot like home, let him meet
Give him some room to grow, but please just don't pull out his roots
He needed more than I had to make his dreams all come true
That′s why I′m passing the torch and leaving that up to you
But could you do me a solid?
Piss him off every so often so that he comes back around
Dear big city, signed sincerely, small town