| I got chickens in my front yard
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| What they do is scratch and peck
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| I got chickens in my front yard
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| What they do is scratch and peck
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| Come supper time I’ll go out there
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| Find me one and wring its neck
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| It ain’t meanness, ya’ll
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| It’s just hungry’s what I am
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| It ain’t meanness, ya’ll
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| It’s just hungry’s what I am
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| There ain’t nothin' in this world
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| Better than fried chicken, yes ma’am
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| And if it rains today
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| Oh, the back yard’ll turn to mud
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| If it rains today
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| Oh, the back yard’ll turn to mud
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| If it don’t, it won’t
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| Either way, won’t rile my blood
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| I’m sittin' on the porch swing
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| Watchin' the sky and fiddlin' wood
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| I’m sittin' on the porch swing
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| Watchin' the sky and fiddlin' wood
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| There’s an old crow on the clothesline
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| Countin' his toes and feelin' good
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| I got chickens in my front yard
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| What they do is scratch and peck
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| I got chickens in my front yard
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| What they do is scratch and peck
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| Come supper time I’ll go out there
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| Find me one and wring its neck
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| It ain’t meanness, ya’ll
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| It’s just hungry’s what I am |