Meat Off The Bone Lyrics - Gourds

I've been waitin' on a cold front to trample this sun 

I've been callin' my mama on the telephone 

I've been cookin' lots of chicken on the kitchen stove 

And pulin' a'meat right off the bone 

I've been sendin' letters of sorrow home 

I've been hurtin' daily and sleepin' long 

I've been eatin' lots of chicken and getting' mighty stoned 

And pullin' meat right off the bone. 

(Bridge) 

Ain't asked myself, how did it get this way 

But when I ask myself, I ain't got much to say 

I'm just a'cookin' chicken and eatin' crow 

And pullin' meat right off the bone. 

(Instrumental break) 

We have no preacher to marry our son 

Our daughters have no faith in a Christian home 

How shall we live now that God is gone? 

just pullin' meat right off the bone. 

(Bridge) 

Ain't asked myself, how did it get this way 

But when I ask myself, I ain't got much to say 

I'm just a'cookin' chicken and eatin' crow 

And pullin' meat right off the bone. 

I'm pullin' meat right off the bone.