Fried Chicken And Evil Women chords by Vincent Neil Emerson

• Capo on 3rd

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Difficulty: Novice

Verse 1:
C                                     F
Well he woke up this morning with the blues around his head
G                                        C
empty bottle in his hand stranger in his bed
                                 F
so he rolled himself a smoke and tried to find his dirty clothes
G                                        C
How he aint been killed yet ain't nobody knows

Chorus:
F                                    C
The road is long and hard can't you see
G                            C
Some of us are lucky just to be
F                      C               Am
He always said I ain't living less I'm free
G

And fried chicken and evil women
                          C
are gonna be the death of me

Verse 2:
C                             F
So he was down in Vegas on a Sunday afternoon
G                                        C
Said cmon papa needs a brand new pair of shoes
                                F
he blew out his money like the fool that he was
G                                        C
he held up a Safeway, came out with 15 bucks

Chorus:
F                                    C
The road is long and hard can't you see
G                            C
Some of us are lucky just to be
F                      C               Am
He always said I ain't living less I'm free
G
And fried chicken and evil women
                          C
are gonna be the death of me

Verse 3:
C                                    F
So he fell in love with a woman on a bus
G                                        C
he rode down to New Orleans had a him a family
                                 F
Now all 6 of his kids are all raising hell like him
G                                                   C
and he's growing old and gray with nothing left to give

Chorus:
F                                    C
The road is long and hard can't you see
G                            C
Some of us are lucky just to be
F                      C               Am
He always said I ain't living less I'm free
G
And fried chicken and evil women
                          C
are gonna be the death of me