[{"id":22100747,"name":"Buttermilk Boy","trackName":"Buttermilk Boy","artistName":"Humble Pie","albumName":"Best of Humble Pie","duration":262.066667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"She pays no mind to methods you employ\nShe wants a big city man, not a country boy\nGo get your long hair cut\nScrape the mood off your boots\nWash the hell behind those eyes\nBuy yourself some tailored suits\nButtermilk Boy better gain some pounds\nBefore she lets her knickers down\nShe wants a musclely man all gristle and bone\nMakes no difference how you strive\nShe couldn't care if you're dead or alive\nA burly, beefy, strong arm man\nIs all she cares to meet\nBefore you ever heard the word guitar\nYour mother used to see her as a star\nYes, she spent her teens\nIn chauffeured limousines\nAnd I heard tell you can't get insured\nFor a clapped out '45 drop head Ford\nButtermilk Boy better gain some pounds\nBefore she lets her knickers down\nShe wants a musclely man all gristle and bone\nShe'll tear you down like a steer comin' through\nLike I said she ain't no use to you\nA lumpy hairy mundaine brain\nIs all she cares to make\nSo let me put you straight\nMarry farm-yard Kate\nShe weights two hundred pounds it's said\nBut she'll keep you warm in bed\nButtermilk Boy better gain some pounds\nBefore she lets her knickers down\nShe wants a musclely man all gristle and bone\nSo you think you know where it's about\nBut she will suck you in and then she'll blow you out\nYes, Kate will keep you satisfied\nUntil your dying day\nIn chauffeured limousines","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Buttermilk Boy\n  artist: Humble Pie\n  album: Best of Humble Pie\n  duration_ms: 262067\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  She pays no mind to methods you employ\n  She wants a big city man, not a country boy\n  Go get your long hair cut\n  Scrape the mood off your boots\n  Wash the hell behind those eyes\n  Buy yourself some tailored 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