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