Chicken Fried Goose Tonight

[Verse] The frost is biting at the knuckles of the pine Got mud on my boots and trouble on my mind They say a poor man begs, but a free man flies I looked that gander right in his beady yellow eyes He was tough as leather, he was mean as sin But the cast iron skillet is calling him in [Chorus] Yeah we’re having Chicken Fried Goose tonight Golden brown and popping in the hot grease light It ain’t no filet mignon, it ain’t no city steak It’s the kind of supper that a working hand makes Pour the gravy thick, let the good times loose Lord have mercy, it’s Chicken Fried Goose [Outro] Pass the biscuit Yeah, tastes like victory