Belle Meade Cockfight

Alright Miss Sierra, I see brought Old Red with ya, honey
Oh, you know it
Well, let's get on out to the old Belle Meade cockfight

Well, we don't fight bulls and we don't race horses
And we don't give a damn what the fed enforces
But the good Lord taught us wrong from right
And it ain't no sin one little old cockfight

Pull up the truck to the pen in the yard
Big left turn on the boulevard
'Round the bend the barn backdoor
Two chalk lines on the old dirt floor
Grab Old Red and spur him tight
Bill 'em up boys, let the bidding fly
It's beak to beak and it's eye to eye
We found love at the Belle Meade cockfight

Tell us about it Sierra
I thought my heart knew everything
'Til I saw you 'cross that fighting ring
One look from you is all I need
Now we're one cockfighting family

Cut that comb and dub them wattles
Shine that gaff all inch and a quarter
Meet in the middle of the pit if you dare
Watch them spurs and hackles flare
Kiss my bird and let her fly
Swing your cocks on up to the sky
Handlers watch, don't let 'em die
We found love at the Belle Meade cockfight

They're really fightin' now
Come on Red, get 'em
Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
Old Red

Well, I love my bird like I love my wife
It's in our blood, this way of life
And the only fun our youngin's need
Is a Saturday night in the old Belle Meade

So take your corner chicken man
And may the bravest chicken win
It's blood and beer on Saturday night
Come Sundays morning, it's chicken pie

So grab Old Red and spur 'em tight
Bill 'em up boys let the bidding fly
It's beak to beak and it's eye to eye
We found love at the Belle Meade cockfight

May the bravest chicken win
That is ours, of course