Big Old Shoulders Songtext
von Darius Rucker

This is for the midnight voice of a 911 dial-up
The mouth-to-mouth, keep ′em alive
Or those who dig through the rubble for one more survivor

For the Kentucky farmer with tobacco stains
Long-haul daddy leaving Texas for Maine
The Louisiana rancher prayin' for rain

Oh, you carry the weight of the world
You carry the weight of the world
You carry the weight of the world
On your big old shoulders

For the boys in blue call to a domestic disturbance
The warrior wounded by rebel insurgence
For mothers′ raw hands in dishwasher detergent

For the three alarm firemen called at 4 a.m.
Shadetree mechanic gettin' her runnin' again
The truck stop waitress reading "Gone with the Wind", oh-oh


Oh, you carry the weight of the world
You carry the weight of the world
You carry the weight of the world
On your big old shoulders

For the underpaid, overworked high school teacher
Old man with the garbage can cleaning up the bleacher
The marryin′-burryin′ burned out preacher

For the children's hospital 9th floor nurses
The angels that dress up as hospice workers
The healers of wounds, breakers of curses

Where it all falls apart, you′re always strong
Just knowing you're there keeps me holding on
The least I can do is sing you a song

′Cause you carry the weight of the world (carry the weight of the world)
You carry the weight of the world (carry the weight of the world)
You carry the weight of the world
On your big old shoulders, oh, now

You carry the weight of the world
You carry the weight of the world
You carry the weight of the world
On your big old shoulders, I know


On your big old shoulders
Ah, yeah, oh, I know
You carry the world, you carry the world
Oh, I know you got, you got big old shoulders
(You carry the weight of the world)