Chickin Huntin Chords

Standard (EADGBE)

F Em

  Well I'm hFeaEmded down the southern trail, I'm goin' Chicken huntin'.

 ChopFpiEmn' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin'

FToEm the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye,

FboEmom-shaka, boom-shaka,Hair chunks in the sky.

 WFhyEm? I, never liked chicken pot pFieEm or the chopped chicken on rye.

FTeEmll Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up

FSlEmice, poke, chop-chop, stab, cut.

F"WEmhat can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"

FCuEmt his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly.

FWiEmllie, Willie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin' gotta love it.

FHiEmt him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets.

FLaEmyed out all over the grass. BeFt Emhis little hound dog'll eat 'em up

fast.

(Pre-Chorus):

FLaEmst as long as you can, my man,

FCuEmz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:

FBlEmood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)

FBlEmood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)

FBlEmood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)

FSiEmttin' front row at the chicken show, so...

(End prechorus)

(Chorus): Palm mute the chords w/distortion(If you really wanna take it that far)lol

 "FWhEmo's goin' chicken huntin?"

F"WEme's goin' chicken huntin'."

F"WEmho's goin' chicken huntin?"

F"WEme's goin' chicken huntin'."

F"WEmho's goin' chicken huntin?"

F"WEme's goin' chicken huntin'."

F"CEmut a motherfuckin' chicken up, "

"Right!"

(Chorus)

Lemme get a chicken sandwich, with manwich, ah,

Feel the red on a Chicken neck.

Choppin up hella yeah, Billy bob Billy

Cuz I chop motherfuckin' red necks silly.

Peeped in your yard tell me what did I see?

I seen a chicken boy, fuckin' this sheep. I said,

"Mister, mister, What the fuck you tryin' to do?"

 Badau-bad-A-badau-badau-bau

Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head,

The back of your neck's all over the shed.

Boom-shaka-boom, chop, chop, bang,

I'm 2 Dope, and it ain't no thing

To cut a chicken, triggers clickin'

Blow off his head but his feet still kickin'

(Pre-Chorus)

(Chorus)

Went to Kentucky, I got lucky,

Met this hogcallin' bitch named Blocky.

Ridin' on a chicken, milkin' a sow.

Hittin' switches in a drop-top, low-ride tractor. Wow.

Red neck fella, moon-shine sella,

Hangin' by his neck bone. Chicken bone's locked in the cella',

Yella' bellied chicken plucka'. You red neck fucka!

(Chorus)

Rich bitch!

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

UH! (echo)