Chicken Farmer Blues

Bm Bm7 F# F#7 2x Bm Bm7 F# F#7 I call this song the chicken farmer blues (the blues). Bm Bm7 F# F#7 You might not keep no chickens, but I bet you sometimes feel it too. Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Every morning, they make lots of noise; what do they think they know (they know)? Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Maybe a hawk up in the sky, or just like to hear themselves crow. A A7 A A A6 All they do is squawk. All they do is… A A7 A A A6 All they do is squawk. All they do is… Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Those little girls got wings, but they don’t ever fly (too high). Bm Bm7 F# F#7 ‘Cause all we ever think about is their eggs, breasts, and thighs. Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Sunup to sundown, they set their lives to the clock (the clock). Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Never make no changes; never stray too far from the flock. A A7 A A A6 And all they do is squawk. All they do is… A A7 A A A6 All they do is squawk. All they do is… Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Bm Bm7 F# F#7 There’s a fox in the hen house; he’s going for the k**l (the k**l). Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Doesn’t matter if he don’t make it; you know the next coyote will. Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Running from the farmer in his old boots and jeans (boots and jeans). Bm Bm7 F# F#7 They’ve learned just what the gleam of a sharpened ax means. A A7 A A A6 But all they do is squawk. All they do is… A A7 A A A6 All they do is squawk. All they do is… Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Bm Bm7 F# F#7 Sometimes they fly the coop; they bolt right out the door (the door). Bm Bm7 F# F#7 But every sundown, they always come back home for more. Bm Bm7 F# F#7 I call this song the chicken farmer blues (the blues). Bm Bm7 F# F#7 You might not keep no chickens, but I bet you sometimes feel it too. A A7 A A A6 'Cause all we do is squawk. All we do is… A A7 A A A6 All they do is squawk. All they do is… Bm Bm7 F# F#7 A A7 A A A6 2x A6 Bm