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Ain't Nobody Here but Us Chickens - Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown



     
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(j. cramer/j. whitney)<br /> One night farmer brown was taken the air<br /> Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care<br /> Down in the henhouse somethin&#39; stirred<br /> When he shouted,&quot;who&#39;s there? &quot;, this is what he heard<br /> There ain&#39;t nobody here but us chickens, there ain&#39;t nobody here at all<br /> So calm yourself, stop that fuss, ain&#39;t nobody here but us<br /> We&#39;re chickens trying to sleep and you butt in<br /> And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin<br /> There ain&#39;t nobody here but us chickens, there ain&#39;t nobody here at all<br /> You&#39;re stompin&#39; around, shakin&#39; the ground, kickin&#39; up an aweful dust<br /> <br /> We&#39;re chickens trying to sleep and you butt in<br /> And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it&#39;s a sin<br /> (bridge)<br /> Tomorrow is a busy day, we&#39;ve got things to do, we&#39;ve got eggs to lay<br /> We got ground to dig and worms to scratch<br /> Takes a lot of sittin&#39; gettin&#39; chicks to hatch<br /> There ain&#39;t nobody here but us chickens, there ain&#39;t nobody here at all<br /> So quiet yourself, stop that fuss, ain&#39;t nobody here but us<br /> Kindly point that gun the other way<br /> And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay<br /> (repeat bridge)<br /> It&#39;s easy pickin&#39;, ain&#39;t nobody here but us chickensLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

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(j. cramer/j. whitney)
One night farmer brown was taken the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the henhouse somethin' stirred
When he shouted,"who's there? ", this is what he heard
There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all
So calm yourself, stop that fuss, ain't nobody here but us
We're chickens trying to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin
There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all
You're stompin' around, shakin' the ground, kickin' up an aweful dust
We're chickens trying to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin
(bridge)
Tomorrow is a busy day, we've got things to do, we've got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
Takes a lot of sittin' gettin' chicks to hatch

There ain't nobody here but us chickens, there ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop that fuss, ain't nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay
(repeat bridge)
It's easy pickin', ain't nobody here but us chickens

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Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown (April 18, 1924 — September 10, 2005) was an American blues musician. He was born in Vinton, Louisiana and raised in Orange, Texas. He is best known for his work as a blues musician, but embraced other styles of music, having "spent his career fighting purism by synthesizing old blues, country, jazz, cajun music and rhythm & blues styles" His work also encompasses rock and roll, rock music, folk, electric blues, and Texas blues.


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