Til The Chicken Songtext
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So some say she got a green enough field,
And some say she got too many strings,
With petticoat sound and goin hall gown.
The sweetest nylon know not where she's gone.
Gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wing, yes.
Some say she got plenty of stockings.
S-some say she g-got some a Divas and Kramer.
And some say she got too many strings,
With petticoat sound and goin hall gown.
The sweetest nylon know not where she's gone.
Gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wing, yes.
Some say she got plenty of stockings.
S-some say she g-got some a Divas and Kramer.
Why all despair then shaking her trail.
Heh, the sweetest nylon know not where he's gone.
Gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wing.
Until the little chicken come home. (Chicken ad-lib)
The sweetest nylon know not where he's gone.
I'm gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wings.
(Hey...) I said, the sweetest nylon know not where he's gone.
I'm gona raise a his tail, (Raise him now, girl.)
An' wrangle his a-wings
Until the little chicken come home,
Said, until the little chicken come home...
(Pass out the chicken, yaw...)
Heh, the sweetest nylon know not where he's gone.
Gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wing.
Until the little chicken come home. (Chicken ad-lib)
The sweetest nylon know not where he's gone.
I'm gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wings.
(Hey...) I said, the sweetest nylon know not where he's gone.
I'm gona raise a his tail, (Raise him now, girl.)
An' wrangle his a-wings
Until the little chicken come home,
Said, until the little chicken come home...
(Pass out the chicken, yaw...)
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