Fried Chicken  Evil Women
[Verse 1]
Well, he woke up this morning with the blues around his head
An  empty bottle in his hand, a stranger in his bed
So  he rolled himself a smoke, tried find his dirty clothes
How he ain't been killed yet, ain't nobody knows

[Chorus]
Well the road is long and hard, can't you see
Some  of us are lucky just to be
And  he always said, "I ain't livin' unless I'm free
Fried chicken and evil women gonna be the death of me"

[Verse 2]
He  was down in Vegas on a Sunday afternoon
Said, "Come on, papa needs a brand new pair of shoes"
He blew all his money, and like the fool that he was
Hh held up a Safeway, came out with fifteen bucks

[Chorus]
Well  the road is long and hard, can't you see
Some of us are lucky just to be
And he always said, "I ain't livin' unless I'm free
Fried chicken and evil women gonna be the death of me"
[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
So he fell in love with a woman on a bus
They rode down to New Orleans, had 'em a family
Now all six of his kids are out raisin' hell like him
And he's turnin' old and gray with nothin' left to give

[Chorus]
Well the road is long and hard, can't you see
Well some of us are lucky just to be
And he always said, "I ain't livin' unless I'm free
Now all these kids and this ol' gal gonna be the death of me"