Ole Big Green you're days are numbered Thrown in the back of a pickup truck and Hauled on down to Santa Barbara by Kate's big brother I should've warned you, Big Green Oh Big Green Oh Big Green Oh Big Green Ole Big Green how deep are your roots They shout and they scream and they run out to you The kids'll swing from your branches and shoots They see more than we do in you Oh Big Green Oh Big Green Oh Big Green Ole Big Green your days are numbered They're coming for you and my hearts sinking under The space in the room you are leaving behind Your corner of feel will be etched in my mind for good Oh Big Green Oh Big Green Oh Big Green Oh Big Green If I could Oh Big Green Then I would