Тональность: A major
Verse 1
C
Three hundred pounds of hongry
Down to the house every Sunday
Boil them taters and butter them buns
Licking that grease right
off them thumbs
Three hundred pounds,
as tall as he's round
D
G
And every pound of that body's so fine
D
G
I can hardly believe that it's all mine
Verse 2
C
Hey, how that three hundred
pounds amaze me
When he gets down in the gravy
I'm loving that body,
what a soulful dude
When he gets down on that barbecue
Three hundred pounds,
as tall as he's round
D
G
And every pound of that body's so fine
D
G
I can hardly believe that it's all mine,
Interlude 1
all mine
C
D
Verse 3
G
Everybody asks me why
D
G
Do you love a man that's twice your size
C
Well, don't you know it's
the bigger the better
That three hundred pounds sho'
Verse 4
'nuf got it all together
C
Look at him, Lord, getting those grits
Lovin' him more, the bigger he gets
Now let yourself go,
you big old thing
Don't you know I don't
D
G
care if you weighs a ton
D
G
Long as I can butter them buns,
Outro 1
your buns, my buns
C
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