Lyrics:

Let me tell you a story
About a man called Big Sonny
From Paducah, Texas
He had all kind of money
In the trunk of his car

Wasn't goin' to trust no bank
You know the IRS
They would have got him
Don't you think?

Well the man was a gambler
He did it all night long
All but at the break of day
He'd get up and drive home

He had a wife, no kids
That's a good thing
'Cause they'd never see their dad
An' that would be a shame

The wife didn't really care
'Cause she got what she desired
She had her own thing goin'
Young men on the side

Sonny was no dummy
He didn't really care
Yet an old mission let him gamblin'
When he got home some proof was there

Well now Sonny loved the dice
Sometimes he played the card
Whatever game he showed
You know Sonny played it hard

Got the pistol in his belt
You don't wanna mess with him
If you played against Sonny
You know your money [???]

Big Sonny from Texas
Yeah, that was his name
Had a car trunk full of money
And gamblin' was his thing

Don't know what happened to the man
He disappeared from the scene
Nobody knows where he's gone
But I bet you all my money
If you can find a big game
You're gonna find Big Sonny