Chickens - Scott H. Biram

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

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

You know I ain’t just mean, ya’ll

It’s just hungry’s all I am