Contentment Blues Lyrics - Widespread Panic

I've got no hard lipped woman 

Nagging at who I should be 

The blues lights rounding the corner 

They're not turning for no one like me 

Got a bucket of fried on the bench beside me 

Enough chicken for one man's needs 

Life's been getting a little bit easy lately 

Been swingin' from tree to tree 

No place I gotta be 

Come on up in a tree 

My chicken tastes good 

My chicken tastes good 

I love my chicken 

I love my chicken in a tree 

There's a good moves of a lifetime 

Going back to favor these times 

And to work and to move and to see 

All those good thing's I've done 

Come back to take care of me 

Take care of me, care of me 

You don't need to pay a dollar for your dues 

If all you're planning on playing are Contentment Blues 

I've got no hard-lipped woman 

Nagging at who I should be 

I see blues rounding the corner 

Not turning for someone like me 

I got a box of fried on the bench beside me 

Enough chicken for one's man's needs 

Life's been getting a bit breezy lately 

Been swinging from tree to breeze 

No place you gotta be 

Keep your head in the leaves 

The air smells sweet up here 

The chicken tastes good 

I love my chicken 

I love my chicken in a tree