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Feed The Chickens

Album: Ranch Cat
By:
Brad Dunn Band

Duration

3:15

Description

Dark Country Song

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Lyrics

My daddy was a banker he hailed from south Alabama he was quiet as a feather but man he carried a hammer he would drive back and fourth from here to New Orleans he was down there doing bidness with some cajun queen my momma worked the farm, she was good with her hands she would spend all day just working our land I woke up one morning to some noise out back, I ran out to find his hat by the old wood shack Momma yell out come in, its time for your breakfast don't worry about you daddy son, you wont even miss him she said, times will get hard you move on yeah you pick up the pieces and move on When you down on you luck, you got to fight like the dickens chop up your problems boy and feed the chickens. 20 years later I was pulling in the drive. I was feeling like hell I punched out early from the job I walked into the bedroom caught my wife in the act, she had some boy in a headlock, naked in the sack I took my old shot gun and marched em right out the door you should of seen his face, his lips were dragging the floor two weeks or so later they come a knocking on my font door asking me had I seen her, but I had been there before I said she run off with some county boy, she left this here note the sheriff said they found her car in the lake afloat I said when times get hard you move on yeah you pick up the pieces and move on When you down on you luck, you got to fight like the dickens And do like momma said and feed the chickens.

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