Fried Chicken and Gasoline
I been on this road so long it seems
That all I can taste is gasoline
I been on this road, Lord, mile after mile
And it all looks the same to me after a while
So crow now rooster it's 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
It's an empty highway, a cold gray dawn
Guess I been on the road just a day too long
I get lonesome and 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
Well now she feeds the hungry but she won't feed the poor
And I wonder who's knocking at her kitchen door
I get lonesome and 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