C I been waiting on a cold front G7 To trample this sun I been calling my mama C On the telephone I been cooking lots of chicken F On the kitchen Stove C And pulling the Meat G7 C right off the bone C I been sending that letter G7 Of sorrow home I been hurting deep C And not sleeping long I been eating lots of chicken F And getting mighty stoned C And pulling the meat G7 C right off the bone C And I ask myself G7 How did it get this way? But when I ask myself C I ain’t got much to say I’m just cooking chicken F And eating crow C And pulling the meat G7 C right off the bone C We have no preacher G7 To marry our son Our daughters have no faith C In a christian home C How shall we live now F Now that God is gone C Just pulling the meat G7 C right off the bone