Big balls in cow town — George Strait Lyrics

(Big ball’s in cowtown, yeah.)
(Come on fiddle.. yeah... sure)

Working on the railroad, sleeping on the ground,
Eating saltine crackers, ten cents a pound. (ha)

Chorus:
Big ball’s in cowtown - we’ll all go down.
Big ball’s in cowtown - we’ll dance around.

(Ehhhh, come in momma, the hog’s done got me).
--- Instrumental ---
(yea... ) (mind if I see one of yours)

I’ll go to cowtown, I’ll dance around.
Board up your windows - big ball’s in town.

Chorus:
Big ball’s in cowtown - we’ll all go down.
Big ball’s in cowtown - we’ll dance around.

--- Instrumental ---

Put on your new shoes, put on you gown.
Shake off them sad blues - big ball’s in town.

Chorus:
Big ball’s in cowtown - we’ll all go down.
Big ball’s in cowtown - we’ll dance around.

(Come on Ricky, fiddle now.)
--- Instrumental ---

Everybody’s smiling, you can’t find a frown. (ha)
Girls are all happy ‘cause big ball’s in town. (that's right)

Chorus:
Big ball’s in cowtown - we’ll all go down.
Big ball’s in cowtown - (yeah...a)

Big ball’s in cowtown - we’ll all go down. (Haa..)
Big ball’s in cowtown, big ball’s in town. (ha.. yea.)...