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A wild, pounding track that blends heavy distorted guitars with Appalachian grit, “Like a Chicken with Its Head Cut Off” captures the chaos of backwoods life with humor and edge. The song barrels forward like a runaway tractor—furious drums, snarling riffs, and flashes of banjo cut through lyrics about daily disasters, family feuds, and survival in the sticks. Equal parts satire and celebration, it’s an anthem for the overworked, underfed, and slightly unhinged—life in the mountains, loud and unfiltered.

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Description:

The image captures a wild and chaotic scene in the mountains, with a large rooster standing in the foreground. The rooster appears to be the main focus of the image, as it is surrounded by a lush green forest. The image is reminiscent of a painting, with the rooster standing out as the central figure. The overall atmosphere of the image is one of untamed nature, with the rooster seemingly defying the odds and thriving in its mountainous habitat.

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Title: Like a Chicken with Its Head Cut Off
Tags: Southern Rock, Hard Rock, Country Rock

Well, I woke up to the sound of a tractor's cry,
Sheared off a wheel, but I don’t know why,
The sky's fallin' down like a wreckin' ball,
But I ain't stoppin’, not one bit at all.

We’re runnin' ‘round like chickens with no heads,
Fires in the barn, chaos in our beds,
Family's a mess, but we still hold tight,
Grit in our teeth and a fist full of fight.

(Chorus)
Like a chicken with its head cut off, I keep runnin’,
Plowin' through the dirt, and the rain keeps comin’,
In this backwoods life, it’s the only way we know,
Can’t stop the madness, just let it go.

Mama’s out back yellin’ ‘bout the pigs and the hay,
Daddy’s drinkin’ whiskey, tellin' tales of the day,
Cousin Red’s drivin' fast, about to wreck the Jeep,
Sister's inside, tryin' to get some sleep.

The mountain's got a way of takin' you down,
But we just laugh, spin our wheels ‘round,
The creek runs cold, but the fire's burnin’ hot,
In this life, we got what we got.

(Chorus)
Like a chicken with its head cut off, I keep runnin’,
Plowin' through the dirt, and the rain keeps comin’,
In this backwoods life, it’s the only way we know,
Can’t stop the madness, just let it go.

(Bridge)
Firecrackers in the night sky, stars collide,
Screamin’ down the mountain, no place to hide,
We’re chaos on two legs, we’re out of control,
But it's a wild ride, and it's takin' its toll.

(Chorus)
Like a chicken with its head cut off, I keep runnin’,
Plowin' through the dirt, and the rain keeps comin’,
In this backwoods life, it’s the only way we know,
Can’t stop the madness, just let it go.

(Outro)
So here we are, still spinnin' in the muck,
Screamin' ‘til the rooster's up,
Like a chicken with its head cut off, we run,
In this mountain life, we ain't ever done.