Sic 'Em On a Chicken (Live) - Zac Brown Band

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Sic em on a chicken

And watch those feathers fly

Sic em on a chicken

Break out the butter and

The flour ready to fry

My dog Pete is the smallest dog

Of all the dogs in my yard

He's a mean som bitch drinks

Beam and water from a broken mason jar

Sic em on a chicken

And watch those feathers fly

Sic em on a chicken

Break out the butter and

The flour ready to fry

We heard this awful noise

Comin' outta the woods (comin outta the woods)

Heard chicken screams

We know it wasn't gon be good

I think we lost a chicken

Cuz I just heard him cry

I think we lost a chicken

But you can get another one for a dollar seventy nine

In a couple of years his spurs had grown

He wasn't safe to keep around the home

He almost took an eyeball from lonnie's son

I was in the kitchen makin fig preserves

And I heard that young un get kicked in the face

And I knew that rooster's gon get what he deserves

So I chased the chicken

I chased the chicken

And Pete hit him from the side

I chased the chicken

And me and pete suppered

On a homemade chicken pot pie

Sic em on a chicken

And watch those feathers fly

Sic em on a chicken

I can smell the kitchen and

It's almost supper time