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Fried Pickle
You ever get a hankering
For a fried pickle spear
Deep in the dead of night?
You ever sink your teeth in
A fried pickle spear
And find yourself a slice of paradise?
You know it’s gonna do you wrong
You know it’s gonna leave a sting
You know it’s a forbidden fruit
But you just gotta have that thing
'Cause only Texas fries 'em up just right
Only Texas fixes what I’m craving deep inside
In the back of my mind, you’re the only view
Like a hot fried pickle, I'm stuck on you
Only you can satisfy this hunger in my soul
Only you go running through my head
On a Saturday evening, losing all control
Sitting at a barstool, wishing I was dead
Only you can satisfy this hunger in my soul
Only you go running through my head
On a Saturday evening, losing all control
Sitting at a barstool, wishing I was dead
I’ve tried 'em out in Georgia, Nashville, Monterrey
But they don’t hit the spot, they just fall away
Yeah, I’ve been around the block, but nothing compares
To that forbidden taste that always takes me there
Only you can satisfy this hunger in my soul
Only you go running through my head
On a Saturday evening, losing all control
Sitting at a barstool, wishing I was dead
Only you can satisfy this hunger in my soul
Only you go running through my head
On a Saturday evening, losing all control
Sitting at a barstool, wishing I was dead
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Title Fried pickle
Fried Pickle
You ever get a hankering
For a fried pickle spear
Deep in the dead of night?
You ever sink your teeth in
A fried pickle spear
And find yourself a slice of paradise?
You know it’s gonna do you wrong
You know it’s gonna leave a sting
You know it’s a forbidden fruit
But you just gotta have that thing
'Cause only Texas fries 'em up just right
Only Texas fixes what I’m craving deep inside
In the back of my mind, you’re the only view
Like a hot fried pickle, I'm stuck on you
Only you can satisfy this hunger in my soul
Only you go running through my head
On a Saturday evening, losing all control
Sitting at a barstool, wishing I was dead
Only you can satisfy this hunger in my soul
Only you go running through my head
On a Saturday evening, losing all control
Sitting at a barstool, wishing I was dead
I’ve tried 'em out in Georgia, Nashville, Monterrey
But they don’t hit the spot, they just fall away
Yeah, I’ve been around the block, but nothing compares
To that forbidden taste that always takes me there
Only you can satisfy this hunger in my soul
Only you go running through my head
On a Saturday evening, losing all control
Sitting at a barstool, wishing I was dead
Only you can satisfy this hunger in my soul
Only you go running through my head
On a Saturday evening, losing all control
Sitting at a barstool, wishing I was dead
Work type Music
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Identifier 2606015847074
Entry date Jun 1, 2026, 8:00 PM UTC
License All rights reserved
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Author - Composer 100.00 %. Holder Mk Garcia. Date Jun 1, 2026.
Author - Lyricist 100.00 %. Holder Mk Garcia. Date Jun 1, 2026.
Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder Miguel Angel Garcia Davila. Date Jun 1, 2026.
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