BIG PO - Chicken Shxt

Live out in them woods with them dogs and them chickens
Food for the soul every thing is finger licken
My daddy was an outlaw mama in the kitchen
You better mow that yard boy you better do them dishes
Yeah I'm country country to the bone
Yeah I'm country you can hear it in my songs
Yeah I'm country better leave them country folks alone
If you pull to they home you'll be gone when you stay out in the

Stay out in that country on the Bayou by that Ouchita
Ain't dealing with no nonsense boy them redneck boys a set it off
Don't pull up not a tad at all we got them thangs that set it straight
Harry Potter poppem don't just drop em make em levitate
Don't really like to deal with hate
This small town life's for Heaven's sake
I sit back and I meditate that front porch life feel hella great
I'm living out my songs with them people like me
Keep it simple in the middle with humble humility
Lil sugar for the tea Louisiana for the spice
I mix it in a bowl then I cover it with rice
All my people treated equal in them little dot maps
This is for my people who ain't throwing out the scraps

Live out in them woods with them dogs and them chickens
Food for the soul every thing is finger licken
My daddy was an outlaw mama in the kitchen
You better mow that yard boy you better do them dishes
Yeah I'm country country to the bone
Yeah I'm country you can hear it in my songs
Yeah I'm country better leave them country folks alone
If you pull to they home you'll be gone when you stay out in the

When it comes to throwing hands I ain't as bad as they come
But I smoke you like some Okra on my grandmother's oven.
This the land of the struggle but we all getting by
We Like to get it from a tree and call it pecan pie
We never wonder why we trust the Man in the sky
Gotta get it all means for your fam to survive
Bet your ass we ride family stay thick
Looking out for one another when we hit that ditch
How they do it in them sticks
Smile wave and mind your business
See ya at Sunday service Lord can I get a witness
Couple stains on our britches but we all clean up
Last of a dying breed In God we trust

Live out in them woods with them dogs and them chickens
Food for the soul every thing is finger licken
My daddy was an outlaw mama in the kitchen
You better mow that yard boy you better do them dishes
Yeah I'm country country to the bone
Yeah I'm country you can hear it in my songs
Yeah I'm country better leave them country folks alone
If you pull to they home you'll be gone when you stay out in the

Written by:
Keith Powell

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