Alright, Miss Sierra

I see you brought old Red with you, honey

Oh, you know it

Well, let's get all that to the ol' Belle Meade Cockfight

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

Tell ua about it, Sierra

I thought my heart knew everything

'Til I saw you across that fighting ring

One look from you is all I needed

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 'em 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

They are really fightin' now

C'mon, Red, get 'em (get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)

Old Red?

Well, 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

Lift blood and beer on Saturday night

Come Sunday 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

May the bravest chicken win

That is ours, of course