Ok very simple.. same two chords all song its just the timing you have to get down.
1/2 step 4/4
one two three four
F / Em
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--3--/--2-----x------x----x---| F-e switch quickly, then rest or palm mute
--3--/--2-----x------x----x---| 3 beats.
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F-Em
Well I'm headed down the southern trail, I'm goin' Chicken huntin'.
F-Em
Choppin' red neck chicken necks I ain't sayin' nothin'
F-Em
To the hillbilly, stick my barrel in his eye,
F-Em
boom-shaka, boom-shaka,Hair chunks in the sky.
F-Em F-Em
Why? I, never liked chicken pot pie or the chopped chicken on rye.
F-Em
Tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
F-Em
Slice, poke, chop-chop, stab, cut.
F-Em
"What can you do with a drunken hillbilly?"
F-Em
Cut his fuckin' eyes out, and feed 'em to his Aunt Nilly.
F-Em
Willie, Willie Chicken neck. Chicken huntin' gotta love it.
F-Em
Hit him with the 12 gauge bucket, Chicken nuggets.
F-Em F-Em
Layed out all over the grass. Bet his little hound dog'll eat 'em up
fast.
(Pre-Chorus):
F-Em
Last as long as you can, my man,
F-Em
Cuz when that chicken head hits the fan you got:
F-Em
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
F-Em
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
F-Em
Blood, Guts, Fingers and Toes. (w/ echoes)
F-Em
Sittin' 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
F-Em(pm)
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
F-Em(pm)
"We's goin' chicken huntin'."
F-Em(pm)
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
F-Em(pm)
"We's goin' chicken huntin'."
F-Em(pm)
"Who's goin' chicken huntin?"
F-Em(pm)
"We's goin' chicken huntin'."
F-Em(pm)
"Cut 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 f**k 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' b***h 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 b***h!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
UH! (echo)