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