Lyrics

I ran a scam on Sugar Sam
We said we'd meet in Birmingham.
I took the cash, skipped out of town.
He wants to put me in the ground.
I saw a girl on Bourbon Street.
With pretty eyes and dirty feet.
I let her in my Cadillac I put her out on the track.
Chicken Wing was my pimpin' name.
Back in the day I played the game.
That was long ago. Now I ain't the same.
Chicken Wing is my pimpin' name.
The police stormed into my house.
They found some drugs under my couch.
I tried to say it wasn't mine.
I went to jail I did my time.
I'm in the winter of my live.
I love my dog. I like my wife.
I wash the dishes. I sweep the floor.
I keep a 12 gauge behind the door.
Written by: Paul Thorn
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