paroles de chanson Chicken in the Corn (Radio Version) - Brushy one string

Hey Poncho, where are you going man?
I'm going to San Francisco to see my friend EL Poncho.
Chicken in the corn.
Well 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.
Yeah, I'm on my way to San Francisco.
When 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.
Well 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 screming out like mine.
My name is Brushy, I'm the king of swing.
To rap your music and to let you sing.
It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say.
I rock my music, night and day.
Rock them night and day!
My mamma hear me say:
Chicken in the corn.
Well 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.
Instrumental
Chicken in the corn.
Well 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
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Say the corn can't grow.
Chicken in the corn.
Well the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn.
Say the corn can't grow.
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