Fried Chicken And Evil Women

C F Well he woke up this morning with the blues around his head G C empty bottle in his hand stranger in his bed F so he rolled himself a smoke and tried to find his dirty clothes G C How he aint been killed yet ain't nobody knows F C The road is long and hard can't you see G C Some of us are lucky just to be F C Am He always said I ain't living less I'm free G And fried chicken and evil women C are gonna be the death of me C F So he was down in Vegas on a Sunday afternoon G C Said cmon papa needs a brand new pair of shoes F he blew out his money like the fool that he was G C he held up a Safeway, came out with 15 bucks F C The road is long and hard can't you see G C Some of us are lucky just to be F C Am He always said I ain't living less I'm free G And fried chicken and evil women C are gonna be the death of me C F So he fell in love with a woman on a bus G C he rode down to New Orleans had a him a family F Now all 6 of his kids are all raising hell like him G C and he's growing old and gray with nothing left to give F C The road is long and hard can't you see G C Some of us are lucky just to be F C Am He always said I ain't living less I'm free G And fried chicken and evil women C are gonna be the death of me