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Sic 'Em on a Chicken
by Zac Brown



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.
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

And we 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.

Well I heard this awful noise coming from the woods
Comin out of the woods
I heard chicken screams
Know it ain't gonna be good

Well I 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

Over a couple of years his spurs have grown
He wasn't safe to keep around the home
When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny's son
And I was in th kitchen making fig preserves
And i heard that youngin get kicked in the face
And I knew it was the day that chicken was going to get what he deserves

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
me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie

Well 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
Get that chicken
I can smell the kitchen and it's almost supper time

Your damn right i like my chicken fried
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Lyrics submitted by Barb.
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