End of the Road

Chickens in the meadow
Brown and yellow
Black and white and red on the hill
Twenty one hens
Livin’ in pens
The rooster know how to crow
Mama said she gonna kill a rooster this summer
Sleepin’ in the winter
If it’s crowin’ like a sinner
I don’t wanna kill ‘im
Maybe we could sell ‘im
Sell ‘im to the man at the end of the road
The end of the road
A man so old
Lives all alone with dogs and his gold
Ain’t got a rooster
Know that he used to
Maybe I’ll pay him a visit in the mornin’

Barn with the chickens
Has slim pickin’s
Wandered all around til he died
My little sister
Picked her up kissed her
Brought her in a mother and cried
She’s only seven
Goin’ on eleven
Goin’ on twenty five
She could plow a field with the back of her heel
She’s a worker and queen of the hive

Chickens in the meadow
Brown and yellow
Can’t keep track of the spots on her back
Prayed for a minute
The way you danced in it
Maybe the mountain won’t die
I don’t wanna go and
See what I know and
Learn if you love me true
And then I come home
If I feel all alone
And saddle up next to you