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