Chicken Fried (20 Sacks)

Down the roads of Mississippi
Through the fog and the haze
Ain't been asleep, in 6 or 7 days
Moonshine and speed
Is all that I need
Filling piss jugs with trucker bomb tea

Singin'
Chicken fried
20 sacks
Chicken fried
20 sacks

The cargo in the back
Hasn't breathed in a week
Decapitated and rotten to the T
Eyelids are heavy
Always trying to shut
While my brain thinks about necks
My knife did cut

Singin'
Chicken fried
20 sacks
Chicken fried
20 sacks

Cutting and ripping
And maiming and tearing
Itching and scratching
Psychosis is real
Cutting and ripping
And maiming and tearing
Itching and scratching
Psychosis is real
Cutting and ripping
And maiming and tearing
Itching and scratching
Psychosis is real
Psychosis is real
Psychosis is real
Psychosis is real

Not sure what was real
Or what was a mirage
So I pulled to the side, that was self sabotage
When the cops pulled up
I was dead in the cab
With a bullet in my brain and a pipe in my lap

Singin'
Chicken fried
20 sacks
Chicken fried
20 sacks

Chicken chicken chicken fried



Credits
Writer(s): Randall Platt
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