Texty: Zac Brown Band. The Foundation. Sic 'Em On A Chicken.

Oh you thought we were done huh?
Hahaha we got more.

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken. Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.

My dog Pete is the smallest dog of all the dogs in my yard (that's right)
He's a mean son' bitch
Drinks Beam and water from a broken mason jar

And we sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Bring out the butter and the flour we're ready to fry.

I heard this awful noise comin' out of the woods (comin' out of the woods)
I heard chicken screams
Knew it wasn't gonna be good

Well I think we lost a chicken
Think we lost a chicken
Think we lost a chicken because I just heard him cry

Think we lost a chicken

Think we lost a chicken
Think we lost a chicken but you can get another one for a dollar 79

Over a couple of years his spurs had grown
He wasn't safe to keep around the home
When he almost took an eyeball from Lonny's son
And I was in the kitchen making fig preserves
And I'd heard that youngin get kicked in the face
And I knew it was the day that rooster was going to get what he deserves

So I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken and Pete hit 'em from the side

I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken
I chased the chicken and me and Pete suppered on a home made chicken pot pie

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken and watch them feathers fly

Sic 'em on a chicken.
Sic 'em on a chicken.
I can smell the kitchen and it's almost supper time

You're damn right I like my chicken fried