Lyrics

Written by Bobby Pinson and Billy Joe Walker That Friday night seemed just like any other Friday night, Jimmy wasn't gonna play Sittin' on the bench chompin' at the bit, knowin' he was better 5'6", goin' on six eight A man went down, Jimmy went in: Third an' long, first an' ten Crowd went wild: "Touchdown." Jimmy said: "I came to win." If you're gonna go, go all the way If you're gonna stay, stand your ground If you can't run with the big dogs Big dog, Let me walk you out If you can't lead, let me by you If you won't follow, get out the way: You're takin' up space Shelly had her Daddy's money waitin' All she had to do was share his chair She had a dream that he didn't want her chasin' She was a night-school millionaire She worked two jobs to pay her way: Stayed up late to make the grade Graduated, Summa c** Laude Phd the hard way If you're gonna go, go all the way If you're gonna stay, stand your ground If you can't run with the big dogs Big Dog, Let me walk you out If you can't lead, let me by you If you won't follow, get out the way: You're takin' up space Instrumental Break Life's too short to live in caution Life's too long not to live it all Oh, if you're gonna go, go all the way If you're gonna stay, stand your ground If you can't run with the big dogs Big Dog, Let me walk you out If you can't lead, let me by you If you won't follow, get out the way: You're takin' up space Oh, you're takin' up space