William Clark Green - Next Big Thing Lyrics
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Next Big Thing
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What Are The Lyrics For Next Big Thing By William Clark Green?
Lookin' back now, it's been about seven years
Since I heard the world callin' and I disappeared Sold a few records, played a few shows Sometimes, man, I just don't know why they keep telling me You're the next big thing What's that mean? Oh, it's hard to pay your dues when there ain't no money in the bank It's a shame I got to make it to the show but there ain't no gas in the tank It's insane What you do for a broken heart and some busted string? Oh, everybody saying I'm the next big thing Pretty little thing won't talk to me backstage Little does she know I don't make minimum wage Smoke and mints, truth and lies Tell the truth, I don't mind you whispering to me Because you're the next big thing What's that mean? Oh, it's hard to pay your dues when there ain't no money in the bank It's a shame I got to make it to the show but there ain't no gas in the tank It's insane What you do for a broken heart and some busted string? Oh, everybody saying I'm the next big thing Because you're the next big thing What's that mean? Oh, it's hard to pay your dues when there ain't no money in the bank It's a shame I got to make it to the show but there ain't no gas in the tank It's insane What you do for a broken heart and some busted string? Oh, everybody saying I'm the next big thing The next big thing Oh, everybody saying I'm the next big thing |
Who Wrote Next Big Thing By William Clark Green?
Jedd Clark, Andrew Paul Julian Gamble, Andrew Peter Reynolds, Gregg Russell
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What's The Duration Of The Next Big Thing By William Clark Green?The duration of Next Big Thing is 3:53 minutes and seconds. |
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