Lyrics Fried Chicken and Gasoline - Southern Culture On The Skids

Fried Chicken and Gasoline

I been on the road so long it seems
That all I can taste is gasoline
Been on the road long mile after mile
It all looks the same to me after a while
So crow now rooster its the break of day
Twenty-four hours and I can’t stay away
Fried chicken and gasoline
I miss a woman but she don’t miss me
Fried chicken and gasoline
There’s an empty highway, a cold gray dawn
Been on the road just a day too long
I get lonesome sometimes I dream
Wake up tasting of gasoline
Fried chicken and gasoline
I miss a woman but she don’t miss me
Fried chicken and gasoline
She feeds the hungry but she won’t feed the poor
And i wonder who’s knocking at her kitchen door
Well I get lonesome sometimes I dream
And I wake up tasting of gasoline
Fried chicken and gasoline
I miss a woman but she don’t miss me
Fried chicken and gasoline
(Fried chicken and gasoline: that’s the story of my life)
Down the road
That’s where you’ll find me