Transcribed by:

Brian Whitman





I've got no hard lipped woman

Nagging at who I shouldn't be

The blues lights rounding the corner

Ain't turning for no one like me

Got a bucket of fried on the bench

Enough chicken for one man's needs

Life's been getting a little bit easy lately

Been swingin' from tree to tree



No place I gotta be

And I'm up in a tree

My chicken tastes good

My chicken tastes good

I love my chicken

I love my chicken in a tree



There's a good moves of a lifetime

Going back to favor these times

And to work and to move and to see

All those good thing's I've done

Come back to take care of me

Take care of me, care of me

You don't need to pay a dollar for your dues

If all you're planning on planning on your contentment blues



I've got no hard lip-ped woman

Nagging at who I should be

I see blues rounding the corner

Not turning for someone like me

Bucket of fried on the bench beside me

Chicken for one's man's needs

Life's been getting a bit breezy lately

Been swinging from tree to breeze



No place you gotta be

Keep your head in the leaves

The air smells sweet up here

My chicken tastes good

I love my chicken

I love my chicken in a tree