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Chicken You Can Roost Behind The Moon

from A Ladle of Mist by Frances Pylons

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lyrics

Chicken, oh chicken
you may go up in a balloon.
Chicken, chicken, you may hide behind the moon.
Chicken, never let a fowl be.
Ten thousand dollar warrant for the fowl on earth,
he don’t roost too high for me.

I got to thinking ‘bout chicken, late the other night, boys, I could hardly rest,
jumped out the bed, grabbed up my old shoes,
thought of where some chicken was at.
Grabbed big buffcoat, stuck him under my arm,
something I could never let fall.
Don’t think I’ve robbed your henhouse ‘till I get your roost, poor chicken and all.

Chicken, oh chicken,
you may go up in a balloon.
Chicken, you can hide behind the moon.
Chicken, never let a fowl be.
Ten thousand dollar warrant for the fowl on earth,
he don’t roost too high for me.

Chicken made me awful mad the other night, man
Something that I didn’t like to take
Grabbed my little haversack, down across my back.
Grabbed the chicken right by the neck.
Said I turned around around, quick as I could,
chicken hauled away I 'clare.
Won’t steal meat and bread out of cook's pot
I'll steal chicken from anywhere.

Chicken, oh chicken,
you may go up in a balloon.
Chicken, you can hide behind the moon.
Chicken, never let a fowl be.
Ten thousand dollar warrant for the fowl on earth,
he don’t roost too high for me.

Police ‘rest me last Friday night, man,
couldn’t think of what's it about.
I’m going down the alley where I lived at,
a lot of chicken tied in my house
I said, "You may take me to the penitentiary wall,
I’ll go to work out my time.
Just as quick you put me on the L&N track,
I’ll have chickens on my mind.

Chicken, oh chicken,
you may go up in a balloon.
Chicken, you can hide behind the moon.
Chicken, never let a fowl be.
Ten thousand dollar warrant for the fowl on earth,
he don’t roost too high for me.

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from A Ladle of Mist, released March 28, 2019

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