[Verse] Mama's old skillet's hangin' on the wall, Cast iron heavy, it’s seen it all. From Sunday suppers to Friday night feasts, It’s the heart of our kitchen, the soul of the grease. [Chorus] Oh, fried chicken, golden and true, Crispy on the outside, tender through and through. A taste of tradition, a family's delight, Fried chicken on the table feels just right. [Verse] First, grab your chicken, fresh from the farm, A pinch of love’ll do no harm. Season it well, let it sit and rest, Patience, my friend, brings out the best. [Monologue] Now listen close, this ain’t no joke, I’ll tell you the secret to that crispy coat. You take two cups of flour, a pinch of spice, Salt, black pepper, and paprika’s nice. Dip your chicken in buttermilk first, Then dredge it in flour—quench that thirst. Heat up your oil, not too hot, not too cold, 350 degrees, that’s the gold. Drop it in gently, let it sizzle and fry, Till it’s golden brown, and my oh my! Drain it on a rack, let it rest a spell, There you go, my friend, fried chicken done well. [Chorus] Oh, fried chicken, golden and true, Crispy on the outside, tender through and through. A taste of tradition, a family's delight, Fried chicken on the table feels just right. [Bridge] Gather ‘round the table, hear the laughter roll, Pass the mashed potatoes, feed your soul. It’s more than a meal, it’s love on a plate, The bond of a family, it’s never too late.
