Chickens Songtext
von Scott H. Biram

I got chickens in my front yard
All day long just scratch and peck
Yeah, chickens in my front yard
All day long just scratch and peck
Sun go down ′round supper time
Think I'll take one out back and wring its neck

Y′all know I ain't mean
It's just hungry′s all I am
I ain′t mean, y'all
It′s just hungry's all I am
You know, there ain′t nothin' better than fried chicken
Fried up in granny′s cast-iron frying pan
Yes, ma'am, whoa


Well, if it rains
The back yard gonna turn to mud
And if it rains
The back yard gonna turn to mud
And if it don't, it won′t
Either way, won′t rile my blood
Whoa, hey

Sittin' on the front porch swing
Watchin′ the sky, just fiddlin' wood
I′m sittin' on the front porch swing
Watchin′ the sky, just fiddlin' wood
There's an old crow on the clothesline
Countin′ his toes and feelin′ good

I got chickens in my front yard
All day long just scratch and peck
Yeah, chickens in my front yard
All day long just scratch and peck
Yeah, sun go down around supper time
Think I'll take one out back and wring its neck

You know I ain′t just mean, ya'll
It′s just hungry's all I am