William Clark Green - Hawks Don't Fly With Chickens

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[Verse 1] Sometimes I wonder why the birds of a feather always seem to fall in line This road less traveled is an uphill battle since beginning of the end of time It sure will get you where the good Lord split ya Keep you coming back for more But if you can't hang with the big dogs, then you best stay on the porch [Chorus] We're all in this together, whether we like it or not Some people love to fill up your cup, some people just to lick your pot Now most folks eat where the feed's been thrown, pecking at what they've been given But you'll find me floating on a breeze 'cause hawks, they don't fly with chickens [Verse 2] Sometimes I wonder why the good Lord blessed me with never really giving a damn I ain't buyin' your bluff, ain't worried about nothin' but the cards I'm holdin' in my hand I made my name up against the grain, and I ain't had one regret Now I'm gettin' where I'm gettin', and I'm gonna keep 'em guessin' 'cause you ain't seen nothin' yet [Chorus] We're all in this together, whether we like it or not Some people love to fill up your cup, some people just to lick your pot Now most folks eat where the feed's been thrown, pecking at what they've been given But you'll find me floating on a breeze 'cause hawks, they don't fly with chickens [Chorus] We're all in this together, whether we like it or not Some people love to fill up your cup, some people just to lick your pot Now most folks eat where the feed's been thrown, pecking at what they've been given But you'll find me floating on a breeze 'cause hawks, they don't fly with chickens You'll find me floating on a breeze 'cause hawks, they don't fly with Chickens
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