The Big Time Songtext
von Thomas Csorba

I swear I saw you in the parking lot of the paradise motel
Maybe I am seeing things from missing you like hell
I drove out about a week ago there ain′t no end in sight
My only hope is that I dream of you again tonight
Every road between us
Every little turn
Every small town ballroom
And all my clever words
By the time I get to Nashville
Write a one hit country song
By the time I play the Opry
Everybody sings along
By the time I'm back in Texas
The boys′ll all be grown
By the time I hit the big time
The time'll be all gone
I could wear a suit and tie in a corner desk downtown
I can push a pencil move the numbers all around
Here I sit with just a bit of something left to say
Wondering if the songs are worth this keeping me away


I'll be back before you know it
On a lunch box little note
The longest game of phone tag
A man could ever know
By the time I get to Nashville
Write a one hit country song
By the time I play the Opry
Everybody sings along
By the time I′m back in Texas
The boys′ll all be grown
By the time I hit the big time
The time'll be all gone
By the time I get to Tulsa
Or play a show in spain
Montreal or Amarillo
These old towns all look the same
By the time I get to heaven
Finally learn the great unknown
By the time I hit the big time
The time′ll all be gone