I’ve been listening to Terry Allen quite a bit this week. His shows with drunken frat boys celebrating as they sing along to songs like “Big Ol’ White Boys” reminds me of Hannibal Lector feeding Ray Liotta’s character his brain lining. Just chilling. Anyway, thanks for opening a door for these lyrics:
”Sitting here on the banks of the riverLooking out at the other sideWondering if we’re ever gonna get thereWondering why we’re never satisfiedBig ol’ white boys cross the oceanOn little bitty ships the whole world roundGot no notion of where they’re goingWhat they’re doing, or what they’ve foundWhite boys tame the mountains and the prairiesMaking rules and building townsIf it’s alive, it’s better off buriedIf it stands up, better knock it downWhite boysWe’re not Mexicans, Blacks, or IndiansWe’re white boysWe’re not Arabs, Jews, or AsiansBig white boysBig ol' white European CaucasiansAnd white girls tooSitting here on the banks of the riverLooking out at the other sideWondering if we’re ever gonna get thereWondering why we’re never satisfiedBig ol’ white boys fat with plunderSatisfied, our every needRule the world while we get dumberIn the name of the luck, our lord, and greed”