The Fried Chicken Blues
by Jackie Gordon ©1999

Don't cry to me about your heartache,
how your baby's up and gone.
Don't cry to me about your heartache,
how your baby's up and gone.
Cause I've got troubles of my own now,
I'm staring at an empty bone.

I got the somebody's ate my last piece of fried chicken blues.
I got the somebody's ate my last piece of fried chicken blues.,
These eyes have seen some ugly things,
But I never thought a man would be so cruel.

Well I stuffed myself at dinner, couldn't eat another bite.
So I stuck in the fridge and dreamt about it through the night.
Should I save it for my lunch or eat it with the morning news?
Now I got the somebody's ate my last piece of fried chicken blues.

Don't tell me how much you miss him,
at least he might be coming back.
Please don't say how much your missing him,
at least he might be coming back.
But my chicken ain't returning,
From it's one-way lonely tract.

I got the somebody's ate my last piece of fried chicken blues.
I got the somebody's ate my last piece of fried chicken blues.
These eyes have seen some ugly things,
But I never thought a man would be so cruel.

It was crispy golden brown; you should have seen the juices flow,
And I christened every bite with just a dash of Tabasco®.
I don't like to think about it 'cause the memory makes me drool.
Lord, I got the somebody's ate my fried chicken blues.

Could it have been an act of evil?
Or just a simple act of fate?
Was it an act of evil or just a simple act of fate?
What kind of person leaves a bone lying on an empty plate?

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