Текст: Ernest Tubb. Big Fool Of The Year.

All the big fools in town got together
Every hopeless loving heart I know was there
We all sat around and told our own sad stories
Then they made me the big fool of the year

Oh, they gave to me a little golden statue
Of the torch that I carry for you, dear
They said no one else could even come close to me
And that I was the big fool of the year

I'll put my love beside any foolish heart in town
For there's none, can hold a light to this torch I carry 'round
I can't say that I'm too proud of the honor
But then I guess I do deserve it, dear

For to love you after all you've made me suffer
Surely makes me the big fool of the year
You have made me the big fool of the year