| Hey, Poncho, where are you going?
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| I’m going to San Francisco man
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| To see my friend El Poncho
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| He says, hey One String
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| There’s something you got to know, you know?
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| I said, yeah?
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| When we are back on our saddles and our horses
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| We sing this old country song like this
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| Chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow, mamma
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| On my way to San Francisco
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| Where I buck my friend and his name was Poncho
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| He said one string
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| There’s something you got to know
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| When we are back on our saddles and our horses
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| Where we go
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| We sing this
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| Chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow, mamma
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| Don’t need to brag
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| No need to boast
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| I can rock you from a pillow
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| To post to post
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| When the music’s nice
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| We play them twice
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| While the girls are screaming out like mice
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| My name is Brushy
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| I’m the king of string
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| To rap your music
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| And to let you sing
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| It doesn’t really matter what the people wanna say
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| I rap my music night and day
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| Rock them night and day
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| My mama hear me sing!
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| Chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow, mamma
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| Chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow, mamma
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| Don’t need to brag
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| No need to boast
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| I can rock you from a pillow
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| To post to post
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| When the music’s nice
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| We play them twice
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| While the girls are screaming out like mice
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| My name is Brushy
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| I’m the king of string
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| To rap your music
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| And to let you sing
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| It doesn’t really matter what the people wanna say
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| I rap my music night and day
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| Rock them night and day
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| And Luci hear me say!
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| Chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow, mamma
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow
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| When chicken in the corn
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| Say the corn can’t grow |