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
G# G
She'll keep me warm
A# Dm
Nine months to the day
A# Dm 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
G# G
Forks are for food
A# Dm
It was just a joke
A# Dm C
To lighten the mood
C F
There's a song in the air
G# G
The boys start to sing
A# Dm
It's as if through their words
A# Dm C
They're plotting something
F C
Every week it's the same
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