Chicken in the Corn
Hey, Poncho, where are you going?
I'm going to San Francisco man
To see my friend El Poncho
He says, hey One String
There's something you got to know, you know?
I said, yeah?
When we are back on our saddles and our horses
We sing this old country song like this
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
On my way to San Francisco
Where I buck my friend and his name was Poncho
He said one string
There's something you got to know
When we are back on our saddles and our horses
Where we go
We sing this
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
Don't need to brag
No need to boast
I can rock you from a pillow
To post to post
When the music's nice
We play them twice
While the girls are screaming out like mice
My name is Brushy
I'm the king of string
To rap your music
And to let you sing
It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say
I rap my music night and day
Rock them night and day
My mamma hear me sing!
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
Don't need to brag
No need to boast
I can rock you from a pillow
To post to post
When the music's nice
We play them twice
While the girls are screaming out like mice
My name is Brushy
I'm the king of string
To rap your music
And to let you sing
It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say
I rap my music night and day
Rock them night and day
And Luci hear me say!
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
(When chicken in the-)
(When chicken in the corn can't grow)
(When chicken in the-)
I'm going to San Francisco man
To see my friend El Poncho
He says, hey One String
There's something you got to know, you know?
I said, yeah?
When we are back on our saddles and our horses
We sing this old country song like this
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
On my way to San Francisco
Where I buck my friend and his name was Poncho
He said one string
There's something you got to know
When we are back on our saddles and our horses
Where we go
We sing this
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
Don't need to brag
No need to boast
I can rock you from a pillow
To post to post
When the music's nice
We play them twice
While the girls are screaming out like mice
My name is Brushy
I'm the king of string
To rap your music
And to let you sing
It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say
I rap my music night and day
Rock them night and day
My mamma hear me sing!
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
Don't need to brag
No need to boast
I can rock you from a pillow
To post to post
When the music's nice
We play them twice
While the girls are screaming out like mice
My name is Brushy
I'm the king of string
To rap your music
And to let you sing
It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say
I rap my music night and day
Rock them night and day
And Luci hear me say!
Chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow
(When chicken in the-)
(When chicken in the corn can't grow)
(When chicken in the-)
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Anthony Chin
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