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I been waiting on a cold front
to trample this sun
I been calling my mama on the telephone
I been eating lot o chicken
on the kitchen stove
and pulling the meat right off the bone
I been sending letters of sorrow home
I been hurting deep and not sleeping long
I been eating lots o chicken
and getting mighty stoned
and pulling the meat right off the bone
And I ask myself how did it get this way
but when I ask myself I ain't got much to say
I'm cooking the chicken and eating the crow
& pulling the meat right off the bone
We have no preacher to marry our son
Our daughters have no faith in a christian home
How shall we live now, now that God is gone
We're pulling the meat right off the bone
And I ask myself how did it get this way
but when I ask myself I ain't got much to say
I'm cooking the chicken and eating the crow
& pulling the meat right off the bone