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(j. cramer/j. whitney) |
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One night farmer brown was taken the air |
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Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care |
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Down in the henhouse somethin' stirred |
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When he shouted,'who's there?', this is what he heard |
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There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all |
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So calm yourself, stop that fuss, ain't nobody here but us |
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We're chickens trying to sleep and you butt in |
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And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin |
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There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all |
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You're stompin' around, shakin' the ground, kickin' up an aweful dust |
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We're chickens trying to sleep and you butt in |
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And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin |
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(bridge) |
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Tomorrow is a busy day, we've got things to do, we've got eggs to lay |
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We got ground to dig and worms to scratch |
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Takes a lot of sittin' gettin' chicks to hatch |
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There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all |
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So quiet yourself, stop that fuss, ain't nobody here but us |
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Kindly point that gun the other way |
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And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay |
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(repeat bridge) |
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It's easy pickin', ain't nobody here but us chickens |
