End of the Road

Chickens in the meadow, they're brown and yellow
They're black and white and red on the head
Twenty-one hens, living in pens
The rooster know how to crow

Mama said she's gonna kill the rooster this summer
Won't be sleeping in the winter if he's crowing like a sinner
I don't wanna kill him, maybe we can sell him
Sell him to the man at the end of the road

The end of the road, the man's so old
Lives all alone with his dogs and his gold
Ain't got a rooster, know that he used to
Maybe I'll pay him a visit in the morning

One of the chickens had slim pickins
Wandered all around 'til it died
My little sister picked her up, kissed her
Brought her into mama and cried

She's only seven, going on eleven
Going on twenty-five
She could plow a field with the back of her heel
She's the worker and the queen of the hive

Chickens in the meadow, brown and yellow
I can't keep track of the spots on their back
Rained for a minute, we danced in it
Maybe the mountain won't die

I wanna go and see what I know and
Learn if you love me true
And when I come home, if I feel all alone
Gonna saddle up next to you