Country Fried Chicken

[Verse] Down at the corner bend, where the gravel road begins, Lies a place that's good as gold, where the stories never end. They got a chicken fry that’s crisp, with a side of southern charm, Sweet as a mother's kiss, keeps you away from harm. [Verse 2] Old Billie plays his fiddle, while Miss Sue sings a tune, Kids dance through the middle, bathed in the light of the moon. You can smell the fryin’ magic, wafting through the air, Just another night in paradise, down at the Cracker Barrel there. [Chorus] Country fried chicken at the Cracker Barrel, Where the love runs deep, and the gravy's feral. Pass the mashed taters, and don't forget the greens, It's the home-cooked kind, from small-town dreams. [Verse 3] Stained glass hangin' low, casting rainbows on the floor, Old men sip their coffee slow, while grandkids beg for more. Conversations soft and sweet, like the warmth in grandma's pie, Life's a little gentler when you see it through their eyes. [Verse 4] Pie’s cooling on the window, sweet peach and pecan, Every bite a story told, in the heart of this land. Families finding solace, in the simple joys we share, Like biscuits, love, and laughter, with friends who truly care. [Chorus] Country fried chicken at the Cracker Barrel, Where the love runs deep, and the gravy's feral. Pass the mashed taters, and don't forget the greens, It's the home-cooked kind, from small-town dreams.