Transcribed by:
Brian Whitman
I've got no hard lipped woman
Nagging at who I shouldn't be
The blues lights rounding the corner
Ain't turning for no one like me
Got a bucket of fried on the bench
Enough chicken for one man's needs
Life's been getting a little bit easy lately
Been swingin' from tree to tree
No place I gotta be
And I'm up in a tree
My chicken tastes good
My chicken tastes good
I love my chicken
I love my chicken in a tree
There's a good moves of a lifetime
Going back to favor these times
And to work and to move and to see
All those good thing's I've done
Come back to take care of me
Take care of me, care of me
You don't need to pay a dollar for your dues
If all you're planning on planning on your contentment blues
I've got no hard lip-ped woman
Nagging at who I should be
I see blues rounding the corner
Not turning for someone like me
Bucket of fried on the bench beside me
Chicken for one's man's needs
Life's been getting a bit breezy lately
Been swinging from tree to breeze
No place you gotta be
Keep your head in the leaves
The air smells sweet up here
My chicken tastes good
I love my chicken
I love my chicken in a tree
