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Black Oak Arkansas

Fightin' Cock

 

Fightin' Cock

(álbum: X-Rated - 1975)


Down south there's a gambling sport
Where they throw cock-roosters in a pit
Son, ain't saying what's right or wrong
Just saying how it is

One day I came across a small country town
And all kinds of excitement was a-coming down
The folks spent all their money
And a bonny pools of shot
For a fight to the finish
With a champion fighting cock
Oh, oh, oh, fighting cock
Your spurs are hot

They came to see the battle from miles around
Ain't no other rooster could ever put him down
They never heard of mercy nor the meaning of fear
The only thing they understood
Was happening right here

Oh, oh, oh, fighting cock
Won't you show me what you got
While your spurs are hot

His feathers were ruffled, his tail was so bright
Strutting real fancy, he always moved just right
And then he screamed out as did before
Because, because he's in the middle
He stood no more
Oh, oh, oh, fighting cock
Oh, oh, oh, won't you show me what you've got
Oh, oh, oh, fighting cock
Oh, oh, oh, your spurs are hot
Oh yeah

hecho

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