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Turkey in the Straw Turkey on the run rock version

Ain’t no Thanksgiving here this turkey’s armed with attitude and runnin’ for his damn life. Turkey on the Run is a fast loud redneck rock story packed with screamin banjo burnin tires busted yards and pure southern chaos. One wild bird one muddy backyard and a family too drunk to stop him. This ain’t some cute holiday song. This is what happens when the turkey fights back. Beer spills propane pops the quad fires up and Grandpa just laughs while the yard turns into a war zone. Guitars roar banjo cuts through the noise and feathers fly everywhere. If you’ve ever chased somethin through the mud with bad ideas loud music and a six pack you already know this story. Crank it up stomp along and let that outlaw bird run wild. More redneck rock stories are comin subscribe if you ain’t scared of feathers fuel and noise. Join this here channel and get yourself some sweet perks, y'all! 🤠🔥    / @vibefoundrys   Lyrics: Woke up late, smoke in the shed, Grandma hollers, “Boy, you still in bed?” Front door busted, screen door tore, That damn turkey hit the kitchen floor. Turkey in the straw, feathers gonna fly, Runnin’ through the yard with hell in his eye. Mama on the porch, laughin’ out loud, Daddy in the truck, blasting Skynyrd loud! Uncle Joe’s lit, grill on a rim, Burnin’ old gas, sippin’ cheap gin. Turkey jumped up, kicked the beer, Now we’re chasin’ him in second gear. Turkey in the straw, gone like smoke, Cleared that fence like a outlaw joke. Clyde on a quad, throwin’ up dust, Ain’t no bird gonna make us look busted! Billy sparked up by the propane tank, Popped two shells and missed point blank. Feathers flew and tires squealed, This ain’t supper, it’s a four wheel deal. “Well I’ll be damned, he’s on the roof!” “Call Bubba now, we need the proof!” Turkey in the straw, yard gone wild, Livin’ half drunk, half feral child. Grandpa grins with a jar of shine, Says, “That bird’s got a rebel spine!” Found him roostin’ in the pickup bed, Sleepin’ like a king on a beer crate head. We let him stay, guess that’s the plan, Hell, that bird’s more redneck than man. Gobble gobble… you lucky *******… #turkeyontherun #redneckrock #southernrock #banjorock #outlawrock #countryrock #pickuptruckmusic #backyardchaos #rowdyrock #americanrock