Deep Fried Pickles

Verse 1

Mama's in the kitchen with the cast iron hot

Batter in a bowl and a pickle that I got

From the jar on the shelf where the dill weed grows

Golden brown sizzle watch the oil bubbles blow

Pre-Chorus

Crunchy on the outside

Tangy down the middle

One little bite and I'm

Chorus

Deep fried pickles on a Friday night

Southern sweet salvation in every single bite

Splash of ranch on the side and a cold one too

Deep fried pickles I'm comin' home to you

Post-Chorus

(Crunch crunch)

(Yeah yeah)

(Crunch crunch)

(Yeah yeah)

Verse 2

Neighbor's dog is barkin' at the screen door

Smell of buttermilk driftin' cross the floor

Papaw used to swear by the cornmeal crust

Said a pickle ain't a pickle till it's fried in dust

Pre-Chorus

Sour makes you pucker

Salt makes you smile

Handful of these and I'm

Chorus

Deep fried pickles on a Friday night

Southern sweet salvation in every single bite

Splash of ranch on the side and a cold one too

Deep fried pickles I'm comin' home to you

Bridge

Spear it or chip it

Sliced or whole

Can't keep my hands off

Ruin my soul

Lord have mercy

Pass that bowl

Chorus

Deep fried pickles on a Friday night

Southern sweet salvation in every single bite

Splash of ranch on the side and a cold one too

Deep fried pickles I'm comin' home to you

Post-Chorus

(Crunch crunch)

(Yeah yeah)

(Crunch crunch)

(Yeah yeah)