Lyrics
Sold my soul to Big-Jack for the love of a black Cadillac
And it rolled for a day now it's stopped and he won't take it back
So I called the police but I got me a smell of green-back
They said, the thing that I signed with the print that's so fine was no trap
Walked away from the car but I didn't get far from that stack
Hitched a lift to the store and he said they would call from out back
When the tow-truck arrived saw the name on the side, what a sap
Then they towed it away and I still got to pay Big-Jack
The tow-truck, car-lot, bank, store, hotel, police, judge
The whole town is owned by Big-Jack
Said goodbye to the car need a drink from a bar to get slack
Guess it took about three just before it hit me with a whack
See it's not just the bar or the car or the store or the shack
Yeah he's easily found it's that smell around town, Big-Jack
The tow-truck, car-lot, bank, store, hotel, police, judge
The whole town is owned by Big-Jack, Big-Jack
The tow-truck, car-lot, bank, store, hotel, police, judge, school, church,
bar, swim-pool, town hall, sidewalk, stop-sign, cross-road, train and track
The whole town is owned by Big-Jack
Big-Jack, Big-Jack
Back-stabbin', low-down, two timing, Big-Jack
Fat cat, Big-Jack
What a rat, Big-Jack
Big-Jack, Big-Jack
And that's THAT
RICHARD MOULD, SCOTT RALPH, SHANE FENTON
BMG Rights Management