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Fried Chicken Video (MV)




Performed By: The Hookhunters
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Forrest Burtnette, Marcus Behrens




The Hookhunters - Fried Chicken Lyrics




Waitress can I ask you a favor
Can I make one very small request
Let me eat my dinner at the bar
With the people I like the best
Don't put me in a room with high society
'Cause what they talk about I don't wanna hear
Just let me eat my dinner on a barstool
And bring us out another round of beer

They don't put a torn-up dash in a new car
You don't hear Beethoven in a country bar
You won't see me hangin' out where the rich folks are
You don't serve fried chicken with caviar

Don't put nothin' in the way of this rolling stone
You can cancel all your plans of changin' me
I'm doin' what I wanna do learnin' things on my own
Barflys keep me good company
I like travellin' around makin' music
And if I make a little money well that's fine too
And if I have to stay broke playin' the songs that I love
Then that's just what I'm gonna do

They don't put a torn-up dash in a new car
You don't hear Beethoven in a country bar
You won't see me hangin' out where the rich folks are
You don't serve fried chicken with caviar

Behind the walls of their gated mansions
So afraid of being caught out in the cold
I don't ever wanna be afraid of dyin'
I don't ever wanna live just for gold
Yeah they like to buy up all the finer jewelry
But there are things they don't understand
Like peace of mind and workin' in the sunshine
Livin' free not workin' for the man

They don't put a torn-up dash in a new car
You don't hear Beethoven in a country bar
You won't see me hangin' out where the rich folks are
You don't serve fried chicken with caviar
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English

Waitress can I ask you a favor
Can I make one very small request
Let me eat my dinner at the bar
With the people I like the best
Don't put me in a room with high society
'Cause what they talk about I don't wanna hear
Just let me eat my dinner on a barstool
And bring us out another round of beer

They don't put a torn-up dash in a new car
You don't hear Beethoven in a country bar
You won't see me hangin' out where the rich folks are
You don't serve fried chicken with caviar

Don't put nothin' in the way of this rolling stone
You can cancel all your plans of changin' me
I'm doin' what I wanna do learnin' things on my own
Barflys keep me good company
I like travellin' around makin' music
And if I make a little money well that's fine too
And if I have to stay broke playin' the songs that I love
Then that's just what I'm gonna do

They don't put a torn-up dash in a new car
You don't hear Beethoven in a country bar
You won't see me hangin' out where the rich folks are
You don't serve fried chicken with caviar

Behind the walls of their gated mansions
So afraid of being caught out in the cold
I don't ever wanna be afraid of dyin'
I don't ever wanna live just for gold
Yeah they like to buy up all the finer jewelry
But there are things they don't understand
Like peace of mind and workin' in the sunshine
Livin' free not workin' for the man

They don't put a torn-up dash in a new car
You don't hear Beethoven in a country bar
You won't see me hangin' out where the rich folks are
You don't serve fried chicken with caviar
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Writer: Forrest Burtnette, Marcus Behrens
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