Fried Chicken and Gasoline

Fried Chicken and Gasoline
By Southern Culture on the Skids
From the album Dirt Track Date

I been on the road so long it seems
that all I can taste is gasoline
Been on the road long mile after mile
It all looks the same to me after a while
So crow now rooster its the break of day
Twenty-four hours and I can’t stay away

Fried chicken and gasoline
I miss a woman but she don’t miss me
Fried chicken and gasoline

There’s an empty highway, a cold gray dawn
Been on the road just a day too long
I get lonesome sometimes I dream
Wake up tasting of gasoline

Fried chicken and gasoline
I miss a woman but she don’t miss me
Fried chicken and gasoline

She feeds the hungry but she won’t feed the poor
And i wonder who’s knocking at her kitchen door
Well I get lonesome sometimes I dream
And I wake up tasting of gasoline

Fried chicken and gasoline
I miss a woman but she don’t miss me
Fried chicken and gasoline

(Fried chicken and gasoline: that’s the story of my life)

Down the road
That’s where you’ll find me