GHOST CHICKENS IN THE SKY
As sung by Barry Ward on "Lonesome County Road" (2013)

An old cowboy went out and bought a ranch in sixty-five,
Spent all of his money and no cattle could he buy,
So he called up Colonel Sanders and he said: "What should I do?"
The colonel said: "Buy chickens and build a chicken coop."

Now he's been a chicken rancher since he was twenty-four,
Yeah, workin' for the colonel now for thirty years or more,
Ah, fixin' all those chickens up and sendin' 'em to fry.
Now they want revenge, those chickens in the sky.

Chickens to bake, and chickens to fry,
Ghost chickens in the sky.

He was out a-walkin' on his chicken ranch one day.
He stopped along the chicken coop as he went along his way,
And all at once a rotten egg it hit him in the eye.
It was a terrible sight: ghost chickens in the sky.

Their beaks are black and shiny and their eyes are fiery red.
These chickens got no feathers, folks; these chickens all are dead.
And they pecked on that rancher; he died by the claw.
They fixed him extra crispy and they served him with coleslaw.

Chickie-I-A, chickie-I-O,
Ghost chickens in the sky.

Now let this song remind you: if you want eternal peace,
Don't raise up harmless poultry for to cook 'em in the grease,
For if you raise animals that you will someday kill,
A chicken may come to haunt you, oh, but tofu never will.

Chickie-I-A, chickie-I-O,
Ghost chickens in the sky,
Ghost chickens in the sky.