Sic 'em on a Chicken (Live)

Sic 'em on a chicken
Sic 'em on a chicken
Sic'em on a chicken
And watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken
Sic 'em on a chicken
Break out the butter and
The flour ready to fry

My dog Pete's the smallest dog
And of all the dogs in my yard
He's a mean som bitch drinks
His Beam and water from a broken mason jar

And we sic 'em on a chicken
Sic 'em on a chicken
Sic 'em on a chicken
And watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken
Sic 'em on a chicken
Break out the butter and
The flour, ready to fry

I heard this awful noise
Comin' outta the woods (comin' outta the woods)
When I heard chicken screams
Knew it wasn't gonna be good

I think we lost a chicken
I think we lost a chicken
I think we lost a chicken
Cuz I just heard him cry

I think we lost a chicken
I think we lost a chicken
But you can get another one for a dollar seventy nine

In a couple of years that rooster had grown
He was not a safe animal to keep around the home
And he almost took an eyeball from Lonnie's son
And I was sittin' at home makin fig preserves
And I saw that young'un get kicked in the face
I knew it was the day that that rooster's gonna get what he deserves

So I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
And Pete hit him from the side

I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
Me and pete suppered
On a homemade chicken pot pie

Sic 'em on a chicken
Sic 'em on a chicken
Sic 'em on a chicken
And watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken
Sic 'em on a chicken
I can smell the kitchen and
It's almost supper time