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Well I get up in the morning and I’m off to do my chores
In the early morning my boots hit the floor
Got get the eggs with the least amount of trouble
With my chicken baby don’t want to burst her bubble
So morning till night I try to do things a right
With my chicken baby she's always in my sights
I’d rather starve for a penny than a work for a pound
When my chicken baby goes a shopping in the town
Sunset sinking south of San Antone
Riding into town I’m thinking I’m a man that’s grown
Got to get a girl to give me what I’m missing
Cuz I’m the cock out on the block
you’ll find me just by whistling
Cuz morning till night I try to do things a right
With my chicken baby she’s always in my sight
She is the sweetest one oh sweet and true
So never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.
Well I strut like a rooster from the barnyard door
Reaching for my rapier I cut a rug on the floor
My chicken baby digs me and wants to see my car
I down a beer in a bottle and slap a bill on the bar
Cuz haste makes waste and the city’s in a hurry
My chicken baby digs me and tells me not to worry
She says we’re living good, living high on the hog
No need to boogie woogie when you can do the clog
Well the country’s gone crazy with my fiddle playing sound
Everywhere gander people crowing in the town
I make a little pocket so I can keep the scratch
My chicken baby digs me and tells me I’m a catch