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Ray Wylie Hubbard

Henhouse

 

Henhouse

(专辑: The Grifter's Hymnal - 2012)


Tear a lying tongue out by its roots
Feed it to the mice round the chicken coup
Sister come a running to sound the alarm
There's hell in the hen house and blood in the barn

Now a damn fox does what a damn fox does
Sneaking and a stealing and looking for a buzz
And the rooster is a devil with talons and a comb
When the sun comes up he don't crow, he moans

The fireworks stared on the fourth of July
Place your bets on which one dies
The fox is killer, the fowl's a maniac
They favor small faces to Fleetwood Mac

Hey, hey
Mama better let that gravy simmer
Daddy gonna be a little late for dinner
Feathers are flying all around the farm
There's hell in the hen house and blood in the barn

There's a shed out back where grandpa's been
He's waiting for the south to rise again
Don't light a match if you go inside
Smells like hadacol and formaldehyde

He's been in this world for a pretty long time
Says 2 nickels ain't worth a dime
He's slow as molasses, he's wrinkled and mean
He don't like Yankees or lima beans

Blackbird swiped him a pocket knife
He don't care much for the neighbor's wife
She called him a rube, a cracker and a menace
Worst he ever was was a seventh day Adventist

He fell in cahoots with a rock and roll band
Turned up drunk and tattooed in Japan
He couldn't commit wholly to the devil's side
His ink reads six six five point nine

Now back to the rooster and the damned old fox
One of em's dead like a car on blocks
Grandpa's a cussing and sister's bout to cry
Blackbird said he was baked in a pie

Yelling and a squawking and screaming and a bawling
The phone is ringing, preacher is a calling
Can't talk now there's a ruckus at the gate
I guess salvation gonna have to wait

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