I’ve got no hard lipped womanNagging at who I should beThe blues lights rounding the cornerThey’re not turning for no one like meGot a bucket of fried on the bench beside meEnough chicken for one man’s needsLife’s been getting a little bit easy latelyBeen swingin’ from tree to treeNo place I gotta beCome on up in a treeMy chicken tastes goodMy chicken tastes goodI love my chickenI love my chicken in a tree-—There’s a good moves of a lifetimeGoing back to favor these timesAnd to work and to move and to seeAll those good thing’s I’ve doneCome back to take care of meTake care of me, care of meYou don’t need to pay a dollar for your duesIf all you’re planning on playing are Contentment Blues-—I’ve got no hard-lipped womanNagging at who I should beI see blues rounding the cornerNot turning for someone like meI got a box of fried on the bench beside meEnough chicken for one’s man’s needsLife’s been getting a bit breezy latelyBeen swinging from tree to breezeNo place you gotta beKeep your head in the leavesThe air smells sweet up hereThe chicken tastes goodI love my chickenI love my chicken in a tree-—
davesoup1972 over 10 years ago
(Contentment Blues – Widespread Panic)
I’ve got no hard lipped womanNagging at who I should beThe blues lights rounding the cornerThey’re not turning for no one like meGot a bucket of fried on the bench beside meEnough chicken for one man’s needsLife’s been getting a little bit easy latelyBeen swingin’ from tree to treeNo place I gotta beCome on up in a treeMy chicken tastes goodMy chicken tastes goodI love my chickenI love my chicken in a tree-—There’s a good moves of a lifetimeGoing back to favor these timesAnd to work and to move and to seeAll those good thing’s I’ve doneCome back to take care of meTake care of me, care of meYou don’t need to pay a dollar for your duesIf all you’re planning on playing are Contentment Blues-—I’ve got no hard-lipped womanNagging at who I should beI see blues rounding the cornerNot turning for someone like meI got a box of fried on the bench beside meEnough chicken for one’s man’s needsLife’s been getting a bit breezy latelyBeen swinging from tree to breezeNo place you gotta beKeep your head in the leavesThe air smells sweet up hereThe chicken tastes goodI love my chickenI love my chicken in a tree-—
Herb Thiel Premium Member over 10 years ago
Reminded me of this Dire Straits song, Millionaire Blues.
K M over 10 years ago
And I’ll keep on singin’ the middle-class liberal well-intentioned blues, -intentioned blues, -intentioned blues. [National Lampoon Radio Hour]
up2trixx over 10 years ago
As a mechanic I can say with no small amount of certainty than when the check engine light comes on on a BMW, it is indeed reason to sing the blues…