I left my boots by the front porch swing

Tired of the fights tired of the sting

Your love was cold colder than frost

I craved some heat no matter the cost

Rotisserie chicken spinning so true

Golden and warm not bitter like you

Tender and sweet oh it won’t complain

It’s love on a spit no heartache no pain

Your words were dry like dust in July

Not a tear left no reason to cry

You burned my trust like a prairie flame

But chicken don’t play that kind of game

I found my solace in a grocery store

A bird on a rack gave me something more

Rotisserie chicken spinning so true

Golden and warm not bitter like you

Tender and sweet oh it won’t complain

It’s love on a spit no heartache no pain

Now I don’t miss your icy glare

Got drumsticks waiting in the kitchen there

No cold shoulder no grudge to hold

Just crispy skin and a heart of gold