| One night farmer Brown was taking the air
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| And I locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
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| Down in the hen house something stirred
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| When he shouted, «Who's there?»
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| This is what he heard
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| There isn’t nobody here but us chickens
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| There isn’t nobody here at all
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| So calm yourself and stop that fuss
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| There isn’t nobody here but us
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| We chickens trying to sleep and you butt in
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| And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it’s a sin
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| There isn’t nobody here but us chickens
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| There isn’t nobody here at all
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| You’re stomping around and shaking the ground
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| Kicking up an awful dust
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| So point that gun the other way
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| And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, hit the hay
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| Tomorrow is a busy day
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| We got ground to dig, we got eggs to lay
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| We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
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| It takes a lot of sitting, getting chicks to hatch
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| There isn’t nobody here but us chickens
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| There isn’t nobody here at all
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| So point that gun the other way
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| There isn’t nobody here but us
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| We’re chickens trying to sleep and you bust in
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| And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it’s a sin
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| Hey, hey, hey, I got to poop
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| Oh, tomorrow is a busy day
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| We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
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| We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
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| It takes a lot of sitting, getting chicks to hatch
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| There isn’t nobody here but us chickens
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| There isn’t nobody here at all
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| Point that gun the other way
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| And kick it up an awful fuss
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| We’re chickens trying to sleep and you butt in
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| And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it’s a sin
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| Isn’t nobody, nobody here but us chicken now
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| I got to tell you all
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| I want to give a little soul now
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| Leave us alone, alone, can’t you leave us alone?
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| And I don’t bother nobody |