Murray, I am a big Frank Stokes fan. "Chicken You Can Roost Behind the Moon" is a great song but it is hard to make out what he is saying. I have also been tying to ge the words. Here it is the way I hear it. Still some blanks though.

(Says)Boy, did you ever do anything like steal a chicken?

CHORUS
Now chicken, chicken, oh, chicken
You may go up in a baloon
Chicken, chicken, you may hide behind the moon, dogonya
Now chicken, I never let a fowl be
Ten thousand dollar worth, best fowl on earth
He don't roost too high for me

I got to thinkin' about chicken late the other night
Man, I couldn't hardly rest
I got out of bed, put on my old shoes
Thought of where some chicken was at
I grabbed xxxxxxx
Some I never let fall
I don't think I robbed your hen house
Till I get the roost, poor chicken an' all

CHORUS

(Half speaking) Oh, that chicken made me awful mad the other night, man
That's sompin I didn't like to take
I grabbed my little haversack down across my back
Grabbed the chicken right by the neck
Then I turned around, quick as I could
A chicken all way up there
I once stole a xxxxx I'll steal a chicken from anywhere

CHO

Now the Police arrest me last Friday night
You couldn't think of what its about
I'm goin' down tha alley where I lived at
I lot of chickens tied in my house
Hey you may carry me to xxxx
I'm gonna work out my time
Xxxxx
I have chickens on my mind

CH0

I had better luck with "Thou Shall" (called "You Shall" on the recording I have.)

You Shall

Well its our father who art in heaven
The preacher owed me ten dollars he paid me seven
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
If I hadn't took the seven Lord I wouldn't a got none
Had a fight about it
What he owed me
My money

Now well some folks said that a preacher wouldn't steal
I caught about eleven in the watermelon field
Just a cutin and a slicin got to tearin up fine
They's eatin and talking most all the time
They was hungry
Save the rind brother, you yeah
Save my vine
Don't rob me, you yeah
My melons, yeah

Well see that preacher layin behind a log
His hand on the trigger and his eye around a hog
The hogs said mm the gun said bip
Jump on the hog with all his grip
Had pork chops, you yeah
Had backbone
Had spare ribs, you yeah
Now when the good Lord sets me free

When I bust loose in Memphis, Tennessee
Crazy 'bout the preachers as I could be
I went Out on my front porch walking about
Invite the preacher over to my house
He washed his face he combed his head
Next think he wanted to do was slip in my bed
I caught him by the head man kicked him out the door
I don't 'low no preacher at my house no more
I don't like em
They'll rob you
Steal your daughter
Take your wife from you,yeah
Eat your chickens
Spend your money, you yeah
They'll rob you
xxxxxx on you, yeah

Hey Mona
In the mornin
Eatin spare ribs
Let me tell you
When the good Lord sets me free