I been waiting on a cold front
to trample this sun
I been calling my mama on the telephone
I been eating lot o chicken
on the kitchen stove
and pulling the meat right off the bone

I been sending letters of sorrow home
I been hurting deep and not sleeping long
I been eating lots o chicken
and getting mighty stoned
and pulling the meat right off the bone

And I ask myself how did it get this way
but when I ask myself I ain't got much to say
I'm cooking the chicken and eating the crow
And pulling the meat right off the bone

We have no preacher to marry our son
Our daughters have no faith in a christian home
How shall we live now, now that God is gone
We're pulling the meat right off the bone

And I ask myself how did it get this way
but when I ask myself I ain't got much to say
I'm cooking the chicken and eating the crow
And pulling the meat right off the bone