[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Well we don't fight bulls and we don't race horses
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And we don't give a damn what the fed enforces
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But the good Lord taught us wrong from right
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And it ain't no sin one little old cockfight
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Pull up the truck to the pen in the yard
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Big left turn on the boulevard
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Round the bend the barn backdoor
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Two chalk lines on the old dirt floor
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Grab old Red and spur him tight
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Bill 'em up boys let the bidding fly
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It's beak to beak and it's eye to eye
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We found love at the Belle Meade cockfight
[Verse 2]
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I thought my heart knew everything
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'Til I saw you across that fighting ring
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One look from you is all I need
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Now we're one cockfighting family
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Cut that comb and dub them wattles
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Shine that gaff all inch and a quarter
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Meet in the middle of the pit if you dare
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Watch them spurs and hackles flare
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Kiss my bird and let her fly
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Swing your cocks on up to the sky
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Handlers watch don't let 'em die
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We found love at the Belle Meade cockfight
[Fiddle Solo]
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[Verse 3]
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Well I love my bird like I love my wife
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It's in our blood this way of life
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And the only fun our youngins need
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Is Saturday night in the old Belle Meade
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So take your corner chicken man
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And may the bravest chicken win
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It's blood and beer on Saturday night
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Come Sundays morning it's chicken pie
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So grab old Red and spur 'em tight
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Bill 'em up boys let the bidding fly
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It's beak to beak and it's eye to eye
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We found love at the Belle Meade cockfight
[Outro]
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