The Gourds - Meat Off The Bone lyrics
[The Gourds - Meat Off The Bone lyrics]
Front to trample this sun
I've been callin' my mama on the telephone
I've been cookin' lots of chicken
On the kitchen stove
And pulin' a'meat right off the bone
I've been sendin' letters of sorrow home
I've been hurtin' daily and sleepin' long
I've been eatin' lots of chicken
And getting' mighty stoned
And pullin' meat right off the bone
Ain't asked myself, how did it get this way
But when I ask myself
I ain't got much to say
I'm just a'cookin' chicken and eatin' crow
And pullin' meat right off the bone
We have no preacher to marry our son
Our daughters have no faith
In a Christian home
How shall we live now that God is gone?
Just pullin' meat right off the bone
Ain't asked myself, how did it get this way
But when I ask myself
I ain't got much to say
I'm just a'cookin' chicken and eatin' crow
And pullin' meat right off the bone
I'm pullin' meat right off the bone