Well, the bar’s alive with a Friday roar,
Boots stompin’ cross the hardwood floor,
Some city rooster struts on in,
Feathers flyin’ with a cocky grin.
I grab my whiskey, watch him prance,
Time to start this chicken dance.
It’s the chick crawl, watch ‘em scatter ‘round,
Ain’t no struttin’ on our sacred ground.
Fiddles wail and the steel guitar cries,
Cowards flop beneath these neon skies.
Flap your wings, but you’ll hit the wall,
That’s the way of the chick crawl.
He’s cluckin’ loud by the pool table’s glow,
Thinks he’s king, but he don’t know,
This town’s got teeth, and we don’t play,
We’ll pluck you bare by the break of day.
The jukebox hums, the crowd gets tight,
This bird’s in for a hell of a night.
It’s the chick crawl, watch ‘em scatter ‘round,
Ain’t no struttin’ on our sacred ground.
Fiddles wail and the steel guitar cries,
Cowards flop beneath these neon skies.
Flap your wings, but you’ll hit the wall,
That’s the way of the chick crawl.
The barmaid laughs, she’s seen it before,
Chickens stumblin’ toward the door,
He trips on pride, spills his beer,
Two-step turns to a crawl ‘round here.
We raise our glasses, let out a yell,
Another fool in this honky-tonk spell.
It’s the chick crawl, watch ‘em scatter ‘round,
Ain’t no struttin’ on our sacred ground.
Fiddles wail and the steel guitar cries,
Cowards flop beneath these neon skies.
Flap your wings, but you’ll hit the wall,
That’s the way of the chick crawl.
The night winds down, he’s on his knees,
Beggin’ mercy from the barstool pleas,
We don’t back down, we don’t bend,
This rooster’s reign’s at a ragged end.
He crawls on out ‘neath the moon’s hard stare,
Tail feathers gone in the smoky air.
It’s the chick crawl, watch ‘em scatter ‘round,
Ain’t no struttin’ on our sacred ground.
Fiddles wail and the steel guitar cries,
Cowards flop beneath these neon skies.
Flap your wings, but you’ll hit the wall,
That’s the way of the chick crawl.
