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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 I thought my heart knew everything 'Til I saw you across 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 Letras de cancionesWell I love my bird like I love my wife It's in our blood this way of life And the only fun our youngins need Is 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 From Letras Mania