cgfc
pillowlike and greasy when i touched the bird
had woken me early with smells I've heard
fc
thighs were soaking with the wings lifted up
gcfc
white meat was tender and warm when touched
fc
pulled the blade accross the neck
sliced a piece for myself
came apart like a house of cards
gfc
threw the scraps out in the yard
yeah, i threw the scraps out in the yard
yeah, i threw the scraps out in the yard
the bird's now sitting without no bones
just before he went he was thinking of home
got the cold meat blues like i never knew
help me Lord, help me Lord, got the cold meat blues
