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Ive been waitin on a cold front to trample this sun
Ive been callin my mama on the telephone
Ive been cookin lots of chicken on the kitchen stove
And pulin ameat right off the bone
Ive been sendin letters of sorrow home
Ive been hurtin daily and sleepin long
Ive been eatin lots of chicken and getting mighty stoned
And pullin meat right off the bone.
(Bridge)
Aint asked myself, how did it get this way
But when I ask myself, I aint got much to say
Im just acookin chicken and eatin crow
And pullin meat right off the bone.
(Instrumental break)
We have no preacher to marry our son
Our daughters have no faith in a Christian home
How shall we live now that God is gone?
just pullin meat right off the bone.
(Bridge)
Aint asked myself, how did it get this way
But when I ask myself, I aint got much to say
Im just acookin chicken and eatin crow
And pullin meat right off the bone.
Im pullin meat right off the bone.