Biography:
Richard Terfry, better known as Buck 65, is a Canadian hip hop artist, MC and turntablist. However he has recently moved away from hip hop in a stylistic context, and is moving closer to blues, country, rock, folk and avant-garde genres. That said, his new direction is seemingly still underpinned by an extensive background in abstract hip hop, his trademark rhyme-phrasing and lyrical aspiration evident in the altered timbre vocal delivery displayed in his more recent releases.
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Big Trucks - Buck 65
Tabbed by S. Smith.
Two guitars. First is a heavily distorted electric playing the power chords
alongside the bass. Second is acoustic tuned to Open E, capo on second.
Both play in semi-unison with a little bit of slide on acoustic.
F#5
Big trucks
Raw beef
Big ??
F#5 A5 F#5 E5 F#5
Holy smokes man, I'm up to my neck
F#5 A5 F#5 E5 F#5
hope the friggin boss has cut my check
A5 B5 A5 F#5 A5 F#5
I've been broke ever since the big bang
E5 F5 F#5 E5 F5 F#5
running out of time, got bills up to ying yang
Shovelling shit to keep food in my gut
just like Achilles I brood in my hut
I turned on the news i knew it wouldn't be great
I listen to the music but i couldn't relate
F#5
Big trucks, this one's for the kids
F#5
nothing lasts forever, you know how it is
F#5
we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink
F#5
have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2
Glamour and glitz it must be a joke
well how could you forget about some regular folk?
the ugly and poor, the hard working too
now there's more of us than there is of you
So open your eyeballs and shut your yap
do us all a favour and cut the crap
now I've got some words you can take to the bank
your whole routine, just don't turn my crank
Big trucks, this one's for the kids
nothing lasts forever, you know how it is
we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink
have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2
Hot-shot kids want to be The Fonz
I talk to my shadow and feed swans
punching a clock and wearing odd socks
got a '65 Buick, she's up on blocks
Can't run anymore like I used to could
been breaking my back to produce the goods
I try to get ahead and bet on the right fighter
I sit on the porch and torture the typewriter
Big trucks, this one's for the kids
nothing lasts forever, you know how it is
we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink
have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2
Tabbed by S. Smith.
Two guitars. First is a heavily distorted electric playing the power chords
alongside the bass. Second is acoustic tuned to Open E, capo on second.
Both play in semi-unison with a little bit of slide on acoustic.
F#5
Big trucks
Raw beef
Big ??
F#5 A5 F#5 E5 F#5
Holy smokes man, I'm up to my neck
F#5 A5 F#5 E5 F#5
hope the friggin boss has cut my check
A5 B5 A5 F#5 A5 F#5
I've been broke ever since the big bang
E5 F5 F#5 E5 F5 F#5
running out of time, got bills up to ying yang
Shovelling shit to keep food in my gut
just like Achilles I brood in my hut
I turned on the news i knew it wouldn't be great
I listen to the music but i couldn't relate
F#5
Big trucks, this one's for the kids
F#5
nothing lasts forever, you know how it is
F#5
we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink
F#5
have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2
Glamour and glitz it must be a joke
well how could you forget about some regular folk?
the ugly and poor, the hard working too
now there's more of us than there is of you
So open your eyeballs and shut your yap
do us all a favour and cut the crap
now I've got some words you can take to the bank
your whole routine, just don't turn my crank
Big trucks, this one's for the kids
nothing lasts forever, you know how it is
we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink
have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2
Hot-shot kids want to be The Fonz
I talk to my shadow and feed swans
punching a clock and wearing odd socks
got a '65 Buick, she's up on blocks
Can't run anymore like I used to could
been breaking my back to produce the goods
I try to get ahead and bet on the right fighter
I sit on the porch and torture the typewriter
Big trucks, this one's for the kids
nothing lasts forever, you know how it is
we'll count up the money and make out behind the rink
have a bubble bath but not the kind you think X2
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Bucky Covington
Buddy Guy
Buddy Holly
Buddy Richard