It was a Thursday night in fall, in a bar in Arkansas.
We were a long long way from home, somewhere I'd not been before.
We'd been out on the road for a while, with Chuck, John and Jim,
We were hoping for the best, man, we only had 20 people in.

We made big rock in Little Rock,
We did the best that we could.
Oh in Little Rock, we made big rock,
And we did pretty good.

Well John said that nights like tonight would show the true worth of a man.
If you're doing things for the right reasons, you still do the best you can.
And playing a little show for 20 people who really care
Is better than playing for a thousand who aren't sure why they're there.

They were wrapping up the cables, they were loading up the car,
Bar stools were on the tables, shift drinking from a jar.
Dave said we needed a bridge; we built a major fucking bridge,
And we got pretty far.

We made big rock in Little Rock,
We did the best that we could.
Oh in Little Rock, we made big rock,
We're that fucking good.