Karaoké Eatin' Big Time - Tyler Childers

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Eatin' Big Time rendu célèbre par Tyler Childers

Formats inclus :

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
?

Le format CDG (également appelé CD+G ou MP3+G) est compatible avec la majorité des machines karaoké. Il comprend un fichier MP3 ainsi que la synchronisation des paroles (Version Karaoké ne vend pas de CD, mais uniquement les fichiers numériques).

Ce format est reconnu par la majorité des appareils (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, TV Connectées...)

Ce format est compatible avec le lecteur de karaoké KaraFun Windows Player. Il permet d'ajouter ou retirer les choeurs, le guide vocal, changer le tempo, la tonalité...

Votre achat vous permet de télécharger cette vidéo dans tous ces formats, et ce sans limite.

À propos

Tempo : variable (environ 133 BPM)

Tonalité identique à l'original : Fa♯

Durée : 04:46 - Extrait à : 02:19

Date de sortie : 2025
Styles : Country, En anglais
Auteur-Compositeur : Tyler Childers

Tout le contenu de notre site web est entièrement reproduit par nos musiciens en studio. Nous n'utilisons aucune partie des enregistrements originaux et ne faisons en aucun cas usage de la technologie de séparation de pistes par IA.

Paroles Eatin' Big Time

One
Two
One two three four
I wasn't braced
Kissed my face with the scope of my rifle
I had shot it from a blind
As in you'd be blind not to see
That there's a man in the doorway of a motherfuckin' mansion
Aimin' at the feeder where you'd sat to take a feast
That's what I said
That's what I did and it did not cut one corner
As I carved that fat-neck-mother right down to the bone
I let him hang for several days and then I cut off hide and scriffin'
I cut it thin then throw it in a tupperware to soak
Fried some pieces while I worked
It tasted like I'd made it
Fried in Wagner casted butter in a quiet country place
With albums gold and platinum overflowin' to the ceilin'
Eatin' big time is a feelin' with the friends that I have made
Keep my time on my Weiss
Ya goddamn right I'm flexin'
'Cos a thousand-dollar watch is fine enough flex for me
Have you ever got to hold and blow a thousand fuckin' dollars
It runs for forty hours and then it winds itself to sleep
It's fought for like a bitch and it's a bitch to keep it goin'
When they ain't nobody knowin' any prayer you've ever sang
See me now, I'm on the sow and I'm ridin' to your city
Eatin' big time, ain't she pretty
Ain't she witty, ain't she great
Wooh
Ain't she great
Ain't she grand
In my world she's irreplaceable
I'm her surfboard in the kitchen
My blessings come in waves
She's my rebirth
She's my lemonade
My gravy and my biscuits
Mama I've been out there huntin'
Imma need you to make a plate
She pets my head and whispers You poor thing you must be famished
I just knew that this would happen
I got all the fixin's made
I'll get tick-full 'fore I ever pull myself off of this table
Eatin' big time, ain't she pretty
Just rollin' in the shade
Eatin' big time in the holler
Ain't it lovely, ain't it great

Toute reproduction interdite

Signaler une erreur dans les paroles

Envoyer Annuler