Grant Maloy Smith - Gas Station Chicken

"Gas Station Chicken"
words and music © Grant Maloy Smith
From the album APPALACHIA: AMERICAN STORIES

Well, I walk right in and set down
By the magazines and chips
She flashes me her hazel eyes
Above those ruby lips

I'm barely scraping by
Lord, I'm about to die
Gas station chicken
gonna help me get my fix

Oh, she love me
Oh Lord she treat me right
Gas station chicken
gonna taste real good tonight
Oh, that gas station chicken
gonna taste real good tonight

Two brown eggs
Buttermilk and flour
She mixes it and double-dips
A true belle of the south
Cast iron pan
It's spitting like a cat
She says it's gonna take some time
So I might as well set back

I wander to the freezer
And I get us both a beer
She tells me that she's working
And hey, git over here!

Now I'm assistant cook
At the Cheap-Fill Dinner Nook
Ok, look at me, ma
I'm a sous chef volunteer

Oh, she love me
Oh Lord she treat me right
Gas station chicken
gonna taste real good tonight
Oh, that gas station chicken
gonna taste real good tonight

Oh, she love me
Oh Lord she treat me right
Gas station chicken
gonna taste real good tonight
Oh, that gas station chicken
gonna taste real good tonight

Written by:
Grant Maloy Smith

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