Pocket Chicken

I was leanin on my ride just a pumpin my gas
Another million miles to go
When I remember I had some fried chicken in my pocket
Wrapped up in aluminum foil

Just as I was bout to take a bite out a thigh
I thought I heard a voice coming from on high
There she was I couldn't believe
A bottle in her hand and she was askin me

Do you want some hot sauce on your pocket chicken
Then she winked just like she knew I'd been missin
All the kind of love that makes life worth livin
Just a little hot sauce on your pocket chicken

I thought I was crazy thought I was losing my mind
But then I got so happy that I started crying
She said don't cry daddy dry up your tears
Long as you got chicken I'ma be right here

Do you want some hot sauce on your pocket chicken
Then she winked just like she knew I'd been missin
All the kind of love that makes life worth livin
Just a little hot sauce on your pocket chicken

Pock pock pock pocket chicken

I asked her if she'd come and take a ride with me
She said I'm a free bird boy I hope you can see
I'm just a rollin stone I don't gather no moss
But if you got the meat I got the hot sauce

Do you want some hot sauce on your pocket chicken
Then she winked just like she knew I'd been missin
All the kind of love that makes life worth livin
Just a little hot sauce on your pocket chicken

Pock pock pock pocket chicken



Credits
Writer(s): Antoni Lech Wierzynski
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