| Chickens in the meadow
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| Brown and yellow
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| Black and white and red on the hill
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| Twenty one hens
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| Livin' in pens
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| The rooster know how to crow
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| Mama said she gonna kill a rooster this summer
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| Sleepin' in the winter
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| If it’s crowin' like a sinner
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| I don’t wanna kill ‘im
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| Maybe we could sell ‘im
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| Sell ‘im to the man at the end of the road
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| The end of the road
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| A man so old
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| Lives all alone with dogs and his gold
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| Ain’t got a rooster
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| Know that he used to
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| Maybe I’ll pay him a visit in the mornin'
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| Barn with the chickens
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| Has slim pickin’s
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| Wandered all around til he died
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| My little sister
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| Picked her up kissed her
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| Brought her in a mother and cried
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| She’s only seven
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| Goin' on eleven
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| Goin' on twenty five
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| She could plow a field with the back of her heel
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| She’s a worker and queen of the hive
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| Chickens in the meadow
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| Brown and yellow
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| Can’t keep track of the spots on her back
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| Prayed for a minute
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| The way you danced in it
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| Maybe the mountain won’t die
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| I don’t wanna go and
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| See what I know and
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| Learn if you love me true
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| And then I come home
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| If I feel all alone
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| And saddle up next to you |