Coming through town like a big ole bad man
Stomping you down with his big brown shoes
Kicking around an empty bottle
Shaking the ground with every move
Stands above our teenage birch tree
Giant, a poet, and a traveler, too
Big straw hat and a can of tobacco
Chewing away his blues

Yellow brick teeth and a Redwood mustache
Cannibal clothes, and an eye made of stone
Legs you can tell have been on an adventure
Critters of kinds living up his nose
Carries enough just to get to the next town
Living along the American road
Fathers his mother nature moaning
All the way back home

Big Boy Smack
You better get back or he's gonna whack that knapsack
You've got to know when to fight, and know when to let it go

Come on let's go
We better get home before we lose everything we own
Let's run, run, run as fast as we can go

You've got to let it go