The Red Rooster Cafe

In California, there's a place called the Red Rooster Cafe. They have chicken fried steaks this freaking big. I'm not kidding. And I wrote a song about it. Andrew, this one's in G. Well I've eaten no bratwurst in Germany. I've had fancy feast in LA. I've had the grits out in Georgia baby. But I'd rather eat at Red Rooster Cafe. It's overlooking the lake and the chef always carries a tune. Eat you a big ass chicken fried steak on your way to playing your guitar with your friends at Blue Moon. Come in and take a look off their fella. It's a fancy little diner up by Lake Isabella. Whenever I'm passing through and I'm getting ready to eat. I see that big ol' Red Rooster sign. My heart begins to break dance but it skips a whole beat. Two eggs and some hash browns, some biscuits and country gravy. The coffee cup is never empty at the Red Rooster Cafe. They'll take care of you baby. Come in and take a look off their fella. Get up here you log. It's a charming little diner up by Lake Isabella. Desert Danish in the motherfucking house baby. Andrew Tauken everybody. I've had giant steaks out in Texas. True story. Climbed Shouter in the San Fran Bay. I've had a full English out in London but I'd rather eat. Any guesses? At the Red Rooster Cafe. Thank you.