Guitar Pickin' Chicken

Guitar-Pickin’ Chicken


Verse 1:
There was a guitar-pickin’ farmer from Tennessee,
One day while pickin' guitar under an oak tree
he saw something that was oh so very odd,
a chicken scratching dirt to the beat of his guitar.

Chorus 1:
She's a wing-flappin', tail shakin' music lovin' chicken,
that can't stay still when ever there's a beat.
Yea, she's a wing-flappin', tail shakin' music lovin' chicken.
With a bobin' head and fast movin' her feet.

Verse 2: The farmer knew his chicken could one day be a star.
So he showed her how to pluck the strings on his guitar.
It wasn't long before her pickin' started clickin'
and the farmer hit the road with his guitar-pickin’ chicken.

Chorus 2: She's a wing-flappin', tail shakin' guitar-pickin’ chicken,
that can't stay still when ever there's a beat.
Yea, she's a wing-flappin', tail shakin' guitar-pickin’ chicken.
With a bobin' head and fast movin' her feet.

Verse 3 She's oh so talented they put her on TV.
Word got 'round that she was someone everyone should see.
Now people come from miles around just to listen
to the very, very famous guitar-pickin' chicken.

(Repeat Chorus 2)

Verse 4 This guitar-pickin' chicken is amazing for sure.
Now she's ridin' on a bus 'round the country on tour.
You sure won't want to miss her when she's playin' your town.
'cause this guitar-pickin' chicken is the best show around.

(Repeat Chorus 2)

Copyright 2006 Jay Hodge, Julia Dixon and Fran MacLeran