Zac Brown Band - Sic ＇Em On A Chicken
Sic ＇em on a chicken.
Sic ＇em on a chicken.
Sic ＇em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly
Sic ＇em on a chicken.
Sic ＇em on a chicken.
Bring out the butter and the flour we＇re ready to fry.
My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard
He＇s a mean son＇ bitch
Drinks Beam and water from a broken mason jar
Sic ＇em on a chicken.
Sic ＇em on a chicken.
Sic ＇em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly
Sic ＇em on a chicken.
Sic ＇em on a chicken.
Bring out the butter and the flour we＇re ready to fry.
I heard this awful noise coming from the woods
I heard chicken screams
Know it ain＇t gonna be good
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken because I just heard him cry
Think we lost the chicken
Think we lost the chicken
But you can get another one for a dollar 79
In a couple of years his spurs have grown
He wasn＇t safe to keep around the house
When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny＇s son
And I was sitting at home making fig preserves
And I＇d seen where that rooster kicked him in the eye
And I knew that that was the day that chicken was going to get what he deserved
So I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken and Pete hit ＇em from the side
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie
Sic ＇em on a chicken.
Sic ＇em on a chicken.
Sic ＇em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly
Sic ＇em on a chicken
Sic ＇em on a chicken
I can smell the kitchen and it＇s almost supper time