Well I was raised in a countrified kind of style
Where the cookin was downhome and full of soul
Wasn't introduced to French cuisine
We ate cornbread and turnip greens
And we liked our chicken, we liked our chicken fried

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yeah, I like my chicken just a little on the crispy side
Not too much breading, in Crisco lightly fried
Not too greasy, I got to skimp
Can't be lookin like the Good Year blimp
But I like my chicken just a little on the crispy side

Should've seen the garden my old grandpa grew
Rows and rows of corn, tomatoes too
Lettuce, squash, and lots of green beans
All go good with chicken wings
Platters of chicken at all our barnyard flings

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I like em brown, I like the drumsticks gold
yeah and I like em sizzlin, I even like em cold
Well you can't take the country out, you see
And I want chicken just as fried as me
yeah, I like my chicken just a little on the crispy side

I like my chicken just a little on the crispy side
Not too much breading, in Crisco lightly fried
Not too greasy, I got to skimp
Can't be looking like the Good Year blimp
I like my chicken just a little on the crispy side