Cold Meat Blues

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pillowlike and greasy when i touched the bird
had woken me early with smells I've heard
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thighs were soaking with the wings lifted up 
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white meat was tender and warm when touched

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pulled the blade accross the neck
sliced a piece for myself
came apart like a house of cards
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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