A E
Every week it's the same
A E
Dark meat for sale
A E
And like others I know
A E
It's hard to pass up a sale
E A
And at the very least
C B
She'll keep me warm
D F#m
Nine months to the day
D F#m E
Field hand is born
A E
Everyone looks the same
A E
Dark meat for sale
A E
No one has a last name
A E
"X" marks the sale
E A
There's a fork around your neck
C B
Forks are for food
D F#m
It was just a joke
D F#m E
To lighten the mood
E A
There's a song in the air
C B
The boys start to sing
D F#m
It's as if through their words
D F#m E
They're plotting something
A E
Every week it's the same
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