Chickens Scott H. Biram

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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 around 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

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

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