Meat Off The Bone

(início)

C
I been waiting on a cold front
               G7
To trample this sun
I been calling my mama
            C
On the telephone
I been cooking lots of chicken
                  F
On the kitchen Stove
                 C
And pulling the Meat
G7              C
right off the bone
C
I been sending that letter
           G7
Of sorrow home
I been hurting deep
                  C
And not sleeping long
I been eating lots of chicken
                      F
And getting mighty stoned
                 C
And pulling the meat
G7             C
right off the bone
C
And I ask myself
                    G7
How did it get this way?
But when I ask myself
                    C
I ain’t got much to say
I’m just cooking  chicken
            F
And eating crow
                 C
And pulling the meat
G7              C
right off the bone
C
We have no preacher
             G7
To marry our son
Our daughters have no faith
                C
In a christian home
C
How shall we live now
                  F
Now that God is gone
                  C
Just pulling the meat
G7             C
right off the bone