Stephanie Lynn Fryman - Chick Raised on the Farm

Title : (Chick Raised On The Farm)
Verse 1:
Well I was raised on a rooster farm in the backwoods of Kentucky. My ol’ man was the chicken man better known as big money. My momma she was a looker a classic country work of art. That’s what you’re gettin’ when you go to pickin’ this chick raised on the farm.

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I was corn fed on cornbread, gravy and biscuits. I was homegrown on a country song, southern lovin’ and fried chicken. I’m a redneck to the core, a stone cold country girl at heart. That’s what your gettin’ when you go to pickin’ this chick raised on the farm.

Verse 2:
Well if you think you got what it takes to lock horns with this country broad, you better pack a mean punch, you better pack your lunch. It’s gonna smart when you get flogged. I’ll have you cluckin’ like a chicken bock bock on your back and seein’ stars. Yeah, that’s what your gettin’ when you go to pickin’ this chick raised on the farm.

Verse 3:
Well you can wine me. You can dine me. You can give me that southern charm. You can soothe me. You can groove me in the hayloft of the barn, but you’ll be henpecked by a redneck runnin’ barefoot on the farm. That’s what you’re gettin’ when you go to pickin’ this chick raised on the farm.
Tag: yeah that’s what your gettin when you go to pickin’ this chick raised on the farm.
Tag 2: yeehaw

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