The Rooster

I got a hitch in my step some call it swag

Staring you down off of a deer corn bag

And I got women like you won’t believe

On a cold dark night they surrounding me

I live mostly off of God’s great land

But the devil he feeds me when he can

So I sold my soul for all this dirt

Cause my kinda business is some dirty damn work

Hey, I am the rooster

I'm Just a doin’ my thing

I got a bottle full of shine

Under my right wing

And under the other

Well, that theres my flock

And If you gettin’ too friendly with them

Well you done f***ed up

When I up and leave you

Well the winds to blame

Hey Im the rooster

So check your weathervane

Well I don’t lose fights

Don’t mind dog bites

Killed a rattler in May

Half Rhode Island Red, half out of my head

With all I gotta do today

And there ain’t no way

But the hens they lay

Hey, I am the rooster

I'm Just a doin’ my thing

I got a bottle full of shine

Under my right wing

And under the other

Well, that theres my flock

And If you gettin’ too friendly with them

Well boy you done f***ed up

Cus When I up and leave you

Well the winds to blame

Hey Im the rooster

So check your weathervane

Go On!