Buzzard Fight - Chicken Fried (20 Sacks) Lyrics

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