Ten Feet Tall The Devil Makes Three
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[Verse 1]
Well you walk around this town like it's holy land
You got good-looking friends, you're a sharp dressed man
Been getting big, making me look small
It don't matter to me, cause I'm a-ten feet, I'm ten feet tall
Yeah it don't matter to me, cause I'm a-ten feet, I'm ten feet tall
[Hook]
Take a look at your foot, does it fit this shoe?
Did you really ever think I gave a damn about you?
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
So get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend
(Oh, get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend
Oh, get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend)
[Verse 2]
Well you talk about your home town, let me tell you about mine
You shove your bright lights, big city, back where the sun don't shine
I hear you talking, yes, I'm looking at you
'Cause back where I come from, man, we're laughing at you
Yeah, back where I come from, man, we're laughing at you
[Hook]
Take a look at your foot, does it fit this shoe?
Did you really ever think I gave a damn about you?
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
So get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend
(Oh, get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend
Oh, get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend)
Well you walk around this town like it's holy land
You got good-looking friends, you're a sharp dressed man
Been getting big, making me look small
It don't matter to me, cause I'm a-ten feet, I'm ten feet tall
Yeah it don't matter to me, cause I'm a-ten feet, I'm ten feet tall
[Hook]
Take a look at your foot, does it fit this shoe?
Did you really ever think I gave a damn about you?
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
So get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend
(Oh, get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend
Oh, get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend)
[Verse 2]
Well you talk about your home town, let me tell you about mine
You shove your bright lights, big city, back where the sun don't shine
I hear you talking, yes, I'm looking at you
'Cause back where I come from, man, we're laughing at you
Yeah, back where I come from, man, we're laughing at you
[Hook]
Take a look at your foot, does it fit this shoe?
Did you really ever think I gave a damn about you?
You ain't no messiah with your fancy friends
So get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend
(Oh, get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend
Oh, get your head out of the clouds
And get your feet back in the dirt, my friend)
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