Fried Chicken & Evil Women

Vincent Neil Emerson - Country, Honky-Tonk
Fried Chicken & Evil Women
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Duration: 3:28
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Well, he woke up this morning with the blues around his head An empty bottle in his hand, a stranger in his bed So he rolled himself a smoke, tried find his dirty clothes How he ain't been killed yet, ain't nobody knows [Chorus] Well the road is long and hard, can't you see Some of us are lucky just to be And he always said, "I ain't livin' unless I'm free Fried chicken and evil women gonna be the death of me" [Verse 2] He was down in Vegas on a Sunday afternoon Said, "Come on, papa needs a brand new pair of shoes" He blew all his money, and like the fool that he was Hh held up a Safeway, came out with fifteen bucks [Chorus] Well the road is long and hard, can't you see Some of us are lucky just to be And he always said, "I ain't livin' unless I'm free Fried chicken and evil women gonna be the death of me" [Instrumental] [Verse 3] So he fell in love with a woman on a bus They rode down to New Orleans, had 'em a family Now all six of his kids are out raisin' hell like him And he's turnin' old and gray with nothin' left to give [Chorus] Well the road is long and hard, can't you see Well some of us are lucky just to be And he always said, "I ain't livin' unless I'm free Now all these kids and this ol' gal gonna be the death of me"
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- Vincent Neil Emerson