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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: GUEST,gillymor Date: 12 Aug 14 - 11:39 AM Crow Black Chicken |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Musket Date: 12 Aug 14 - 11:42 AM Just about any banjo tune played by a friend of mine (who looks in on Mudcat so no names no pack drill.) If the tune doesn't have "chicken" in the title, he doesn't play it.... Or at least that is my take on it. "I've got the Fleetwood Mac, Chicken Shack, John Mayall, Can't Fail blues...." |
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Subject: Lyr Add: KERRY COCK From: Jim Carroll Date: 12 Aug 14 - 12:20 PM From County Clare, in the West of Ireland Jim Carroll Kerry Cock, (Roud 544) Jamesie McCatthy, Mountscott, Mullagh, Recorded at the Willie Clancy Summer School, July 1976 Spoken: Tisn't so long now; you'll have to laugh at a lot of it Oh, as I was walking down the road one day I met one cock under a tree. Oh, sure, I love my cock and my cock love me. My cock, Kerry cock crew; Every woman loves her cock and I love my cock too. As I was walking down the road one day I met one hen under a tree. Ah, sure, I love my hen and my hen love me. My hen chuck-a-chuck, My cock Kerry cock crew. Every woman loves her hen and I love my hen too. As I was walking down the road one day I met one duck under a tree. Ah, sure, I love my duck and my duck love me. My duck wicky-wak, My hen chuck-a-chuck, My cock Kerry cock crew. Every woman loves her duck and I love my duck too. As I was walking down the road one day I met one goose under a tree. Ah, sure, I love my goose and my goose love me. My goose guggle-gug, My duck wicky-wack, My hen chuck-a-chuck, My cock Kerry cock crew. Every woman loves her goose and I love my goose too. Ah, as I was walking down the road one day I met one goat under a tree. Ah, sure, I love my goat and my goat love me. My goat meggle-meg, My goose guggle-gug, My duck wicky-wack, My hen chuck-a-chuck, My cock Kerry cock crew. Every woman loves her goat and I love my goat too. As I was walking down the road one day I met one sheep under a tree. Ah, sure, I love my sheep and my sheep love me. My sheep maa, My goat meggle-meg, My goose guggle-gug, My duck wicky-wack, My hen chuck-a-chuck, My cock Kerry cock crew. Every woman loves her sheep and I love my sheep too. As I was walking down the road one day I met one cow under a tree. Ah, sure, I love my cow and my cow love me. My cow moo, My sheep maa, My goat meggle-meg, My goose guggle-gug, My duck wicky-wack, My hen chuck-a-chuck, My cock Kerry cock crew. Every woman loves her cow and I love my cow too. As I was walking down the road one day I met one big bull under a tree. Ah, sure, I love my bull and my bull love me. My bull mm-ooo, My cow maa, My sheep maa, My goat meggle-meg, My goose guggle-gug, My duck wicky-wack, My hen chuck-a-chuck, My cock Kerry cock crew. Every man loves his bull and I love my bull too. "This has been found extensively, both among children and adults, the former type being associated with a selection game and the adult's as a test of vocal dexterity and breath control. William Wells Newell described it as having been widely distributed throughout Europe and dating back to a remote past. Nowadays it is probably best known in its re-written form as 'Old MacDonald's Farm'. Ref: 'Games and Songs of American Children', William Wells Newell, Pub. Harper and Brothers 1883. Other recordings: George Blackman; Wisborough Green, Sussex, 'Songs of Animals, Folk Songs of Britain', Topic 12T198; John Curtis, Newfoundland, 'Songs from the Newfoundland Outports', Folkways FE 4075" The above commentary, lyrics and recording are taken from 'Around the Hills of Clare: Songs and Recitations from the Jim Carroll and Pat Mackenzie Collection' (2004) Musical Traditions Records MTCD331-2/Góilín Records |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: LadyJean Date: 12 Aug 14 - 11:48 PM Stephen Collins Foster wrote a song called "Don't Bet Your Money on de Shanghai" about a fighting rooster. I don't have the words. But I've heard it. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: UNDER THE CHICKEN TREE (Jones/Mills) From: GUEST,Arkie Date: 13 Aug 14 - 11:39 AM I did not see "Under the Chicken Tree" in the list. UNDER THE CHICKEN TREE Words by Irving Jones; music by Kerry Mills; ©1908. As recorded by Earl McDonald Louisville Jug Band, Columbia 14206D, 3/30/27. VERSE: I had a dream last night. It almost turned me white.* I dreamt that hens and roosters growed on trees. I dreamt I owned a great big ranch. On every hen-tree branch, The eggs was just as thick as bumblebees. I stepped out in the yard And shook one tree right hard, And about one hundred fowls come tumblin' down. Just as soon as they had died, I had them quickly fried With the gravy oozing out all nice and brown. CHORUS: It was under the chicken tree, Under the big fricassee. Eggs was droppin' from every blossom. I lost all my taste for the meat they call possum. Cows, hogs, ever' little thing Looked like feather, chicken, and wing. Eggs was droppin'. Wings were floppin', Under the chicken tree. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Artful Codger Date: 13 Aug 14 - 12:01 PM Oh, How Chicken Play a Ukulele |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: GUEST,Frank Date: 14 Aug 14 - 12:29 AM From: Jim Carroll Date: 29 Oct 09 - 04:30 AM My Mother, now 96, used to recite Delany's Chicken to us some 90 years ago. She had some variations which make more sense to my ears. I am not sure, but I believe Mum learnt it at school. I still recite it myself from time to time |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Jim Carroll Date: 14 Aug 14 - 03:10 AM "My Mother, now 96, used to recite Delany's Chicken to us some 90 years ago" We recorded the version I gave from an elderly Irish singer back in the 1980s in London - It's the only version I've come across, though I did manage to trace some information on it for a note I have written for it. Our recording is due to go up on line on the Clare County Library website in the next couple of months, along with another 4000 songs from County Clare (West of Ireland) Jim Carroll This is the Note to it - would appreciate any further information, particularly the nationality of Sweeney and Barrett (English or Irish?). "*** Davy Miner – Miner's lamp invented by Sir Humphrey Davy This music hall song was composed in 1896 by Lester Barrett and P. Sweeney; Barrett wrote a similar piece, 'Hooligan's Mule', around the same time. Songs such as this, of creatures possessing wonderful attributes, abound in the song tradition, among the most popular being 'The Herring', 'The Derby Ram' and 'The Wonderful Crocodile'. Mikey's seems to be the only recorded version of this from a traditional singer." |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Haruo Date: 15 Aug 14 - 01:43 AM IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE The fish, it never cackles 'bout it's million eggs or so, The hen is quite a different bird, one egg-and hear her crow. The fish we spurn, but crown the hen, which leads me to surmise: Don't hide your light, but blow your horn. it pays to advertise. Tune: PLENARY aka "The Miller's Daughter", "The Miller's Wedding", "I Fee'd a Lad at Michaelmas", "Auld Lang Syne"... DigiTrad / MIDI I learned this from the 1954 ed. of Song Fest, from (I'm pretty sure) the same page as "On Mules We Find" to the same tune. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: AUNTIE SKINNER'S CHICKEN DINNER From: Jim Dixon Date: 19 Aug 14 - 12:03 AM Nobody said these songs had to be about live chickens, did they? From the sheet music at Mississippi State University: AUNTIE SKINNER'S CHICKEN DINNER "As introduced by Ruth Roye, Princess of Ragtime" Words by Arthur Fields and Earl Carroll; music by Theodore Morse. ©1915. 1. I got an invitation To see the celebration Down at Auntie Skinner's big jubilee. The picks from each plantation Will give her some ovation When they see the possum pie and fricassee. Just smell them onions cookin'. Just watch them darkies lookin' In the pot to see what old Auntie's got. Grab your best gal. Invite another pal. Ev'rybody's welcome there. CHORUS: Come along (come along, come along) to Auntie Skinner's chicken dinner. The pick who picks the wishbone will be the lucky winner Of a grand new pair of homespun panties. No other spinner spins a pair of panties like our Auntie's. Come along (come along, come along), you little cotton pickers, Picky picks from ev'rywhere. Down at Auntie Skinner's chicken dinner, ev'rybody will be there. 2. Come on you folks, meander In back of Alexander. He will lead the marching and show the way. They're down by Auntie's cabin, And Lordy, how they're havin' Such a time, 'cause it's Auntie's feedin' day. Oh, what is that I'm smellin'? It must be watermelon, Or the ham that's sizzlin' in Auntie's pan. Take your mother, Sister and brother, 'Cause ev'rybody's welcome there. [This song was recorded by Arthur Collins & Byron Harlan in 1915. It has become popular with New Orleans traditional jazz bands, who sometimes perform it as a tune without words.] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: JIMMY (Mike & Tawmmie Campbell) From: Alaska Mike Date: 19 Aug 14 - 12:10 PM Here's one I wrote with a littyle help from my lovely wofe.... Jimmy by Mike & Tawmmie Campbell 2012 Jimmy was a Barred Rock rooster, He lived outside in the yard, In any kind of weather Jimmy had a pretty feather, But living with Jimmy was hard. He was always great with the chickens, Seemed to have a pretty good head, But every morning at 4 am, Jimmy would wake us out of bed. There's a whole lot of squawking and a whole lot of talking, There's a whole lot of stinky chicken poo. But the worst thing about having chickens in the yard, Is Jimmy's old cock-a-doodle-doo. Doodle doo, doodle doo, doodle doo, doodle doo, doodle-doodle-doodle-doodle doo. Now the neighbor on the right was William, And the neighbor on the left was Vi, And the neighbors in the back were Jill and Jack, And they all wanted Jimmy to die. For he woke them up every morning, They were not very happy you see, And Vi and Bill and Jack and Jill, Were getting pretty mad at me. There's a whole lot of squawking and a whole lot of talking, There's a whole lot of stinky chicken poo. But the worst thing about having chickens in the yard, Is Jimmy's old cock-a-doodle-doo. Doodle doo, doodle doo, doodle doo, doodle doo, doodle-doodle-doodle-doodle doo. I tried to be a good neighbor, invited them over for a keg, I mowed their lawns and every week, I gave them each a dozen fresh eggs. Next year under my Christmas tree, Much to my surprise, I got a hatchet from old Jack and Jill, I got a roasting pan from Vi.. I got a summons from the city, That was Williams work you see, Cause he don't like noise and he don't like Jimmy, And he sure as hell don't like me.. Now there's still a lot of squawking and there's still a lot of talking, And there's still a lot of stinky chicken poo. But thanks to all of my neighbors, There's no more cock-a-doodle-doo. Doodle doo, doodle doo, doodle doo, doodle doo, doodle-doodle-doodle-doodle doo. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CHICKEN REEL (Mittenthal/Daly) From: Jim Dixon Date: 19 Aug 14 - 11:07 PM Lyrics below are from the sheet music at Mississippi State University. (There is also an instrumental version CHICKEN REEL, or PERFORMER'S BUCK, by Daly, published in 1910). The tune will be familiar. Spotify has over 100 recordings. I listened to several, and to parts of many, but I couldn't find a vocal recording. CHICKEN REEL Words by Joseph Mittenthal; music by Joseph M. Daly; ©1911. 1. Way down in Carolina where the sweet potatoes grow, There lives a dusky maiden by the name of Liza Snow. She used to go to parties where they'd always make her sing, But say! you ought to see that baby do the pigeon wing. They held a dancing contest and were goin' to give a prize. They all had on their finest and it now was up to Lize. Just who was goin' to win it ev'rybody there could feel When Liza hollered to the band to play the Chicken Reel: CHORUS: Clear the crowd away. Tell the band to play When yer hear me say "Go," my honey. Oh, you Chicken Reel! How you make me feel! Say, it's really so entrancin', Who could ever keep from dancin'? That's the music sweet Like the chicken meat. Give it to me with the dressin'. I don't need no dancin' lesson. Put all the other fine selections right away. That is the only tune I want to hear you play. When I get married, if there's music, I will say: "Hey, boss, keep a-playin' Chicken Reel all day." 2. One night when from a party she was walkin' home with Bill— Now he's her steady feller and the night was dark and still— It seems he stole a chicken, and when Liza looked at that, She said: "I'm goin' to wear it on my go-to-meetin' hat." "I guess you're goin' crazy," answered William with a smile, But Liza said: "Go on! You haven't heard the latest style." When first she wore it out, the people asked her to explain, But Liza simply said: "Why, I have chicken on the brain." |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Felipa Date: 20 Aug 14 - 10:48 AM Cearc agus Coilleach a song in Irish Gaelic, hen's lament for cock who was killed by meat-eating humans |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Felipa Date: 20 Aug 14 - 10:51 AM another song in Irish, though more commonly known as a dance tune Tá'n coilleach ag fogairt an lae |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: GUEST,henryp Date: 20 Aug 14 - 11:13 AM Which came first - songs about chickens or songs about eggs? |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Haruo Date: 23 Aug 14 - 03:30 AM King Herod and the Cock |
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Subject: Lyr Add: UNDER THE CHICKEN TREE (Jones/Mills) From: Jim Dixon Date: 06 Oct 14 - 12:25 AM From the sheet music at York University: UNDER THE CHICKEN TREE Words by Irving Jones; music by Kerry Mills; ©1908. 1. I had a dream last night That almost turned me white. I dreamed that hens and roosters grew on trees. I owned a great big ranch. On every hen-tree branch, The chickens were as thick as bumblebees. I went out in the yard And shook one tree right hard, And about a hundred chickens tumbled down. As soon as they had died, Why, they were quickly fried With gravy oozing out so nice and brown. CHORUS: Under the chicken tree, Under that big fricassee, Hens were poppin' out of ev'ry blossom. Lost all my love for the bird they call possum. All kinds of money and ev'ry other thing Looked like chicken feathers to me. Eggs were droppin'. Wings were floppin', Under the chicken tree. 2. The eggs came budding first, And soon as they would burst, A tiny little chicken sprouted out. Chickens were so free, It certainly seemed to me, That I would surely die soon with the gout. Then suddenly I woke And found it all a joke. How sad then ev'rything to me did seem! Don't care how long I live, Myself I'll not forgive For waking up out of that lovely dream. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THAT CHICK'S TOO YOUNG TO FRY (L Jordan) From: Jim Dixon Date: 06 Oct 14 - 06:15 AM Not literally about chickens--more an extended metaphor: THAT CHICK'S TOO YOUNG TO FRY As sung by Louis Jordan and His Tympani Five, 1946. Say, boy, don't you harm that bird; don't you dare to try. Start releasin' that chicken or you'll get a lickin'; that chick's too young to fry. Hey, boy, better take my word; here's the reason why: Gotta feed her steady till she gets ready; that chick's too young to fry. [§] Take her back in the barnyard, then let her go; just turn her loose, Way out there in the barnyard, where she'll grow up for better use. Hey, boy, there will come a time, someday by and by, She'll be ready for fryin', so stop your cryin'; that chick's too young to fry. [Repeat from §.] Get away; stay away; come back another day; that chick's too young to fry. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO (Louis Jordan) From: Jim Dixon Date: 06 Oct 14 - 07:17 AM Several of these phrases are questionable. I'm not sure they're even intended to make sense. COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO As sung by Louis Jordan, 1951. Tune: Turkey in the Straw. 1. It's a trick to pick a chicken when the cackle's in the coop. Some are layin'; some are lyin'; some are labeled chicken soup. Take a Dominicker rooster or a Dominicker hen For some ricky-ticky chicken pickin' right from the pen. CHORUS: Coo-whack-a-do: fricassee or new, Who-whack-a-doodle, yams and apple strudel, Out in the country, that's the style, Sweet as the kisses from a honey chile. 2. When you wake up in the mornin' to the cock-a-doodle-doo, And you sneak into the chicken shack and pick a chick or two, Fill the kettle full o' vittles and your griddle papa view(?), For the fricassee of chickasee, it's only chicken stew. CHORUS 3. Now the farmer's got a gobbler and a gander and a goose, And a mighty pretty daughter but he'll never turn her loose. If you like the farmer's daughter, she's a chicken you can steal. You swing 'er while the fiddle plays a real chicken reel. CHORUS Cock-a-doodle-doo! |
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Subject: Lyr Add: HEY LITTLE HEN (Ralph Butler & Noel Gay) From: Jim Dixon Date: 06 Oct 14 - 09:01 AM HEY LITTLE HEN Words & music by Ralph Butler & Noel Gay, ©1941 As sung by Joe Loss on "The Warring 40s: 19 Songs from Wartime Britain" and "Comic Songs of the 1940s" and "The Great Songwriters: Noel Gay" I had a lot of chickens, a large chicken run, But owing to conditions, I'm now down to one. I give her all the tit-bits, the dear little thing, And just to keep her up to scratch, I go to her and sing: §. Hey, little hen, When, when, when Will you lay me an egg for my tea? Hey, little hen, When, when, when Will you try to supply one for me? Get into your nest. Do your little best. Get it off your chest. I can do the rest. Hey, little hen, When, when, when Will you lay me an egg for my tea? [Repeat from §.] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: ME COCK'S ME OWN (Simon Ritchie) From: Jim Dixon Date: 14 Oct 14 - 09:54 PM ME COCK'S ME OWN (THE COMICAL COCK) As sung by Simon Ritchie on "Melodeon Mania" (2011) 1. Ladies and gentlemen, I'll tell to you this song: Of when I went to market; I will not keep you long. I met this fella selling birds; he had such a rare old stock. I handed him a half-a-crown; he handed back his— CHORUS: Cock-a-doodle-doo! It's nothing to do with you. Me cock's me own, So leave it alone, Me cock-a-doodle-doo. 2. Well, I took me cock under me coat, and off I went again. I gave me cock a poke, and it began to croak. This lady passing by, she gave me such a shock. She stuck one arm around me waist, the other one round me—CHORUS 3. Well, I put me cock in a pen along with the railroad men. Oh, what a hell of a do; oh, what a hell of a do! Well, I came back up the garden path, to separate the flock. I tried me best to pull 'em apart but she kept on pecking me—CHORUS 4. Well, me cock got into a fight; it only went in one. A policeman who was passing by said: "Come with me, my son" You know it's ... they stood me in the dock. The judge says: "What's your name?" I said: "Are you talking to me, or me—CHORUS 5. Well, they gave me seven years; to dartmoor I did go, And then they found at great big rocks, well, I was rather slow; So they put me in charge of the prison farm, but kept me under lock, But I fooled them all when I sneaked out right under the governor's—CHORUS 6. Well, it's time for me to go; I can no longer stay, But before I go, there's something I must know: Well. I cannot hang around; I should be in by twelve o'clock, But are there any young ladies here who'd like to see me—CHORUS |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Jim Dixon Date: 15 Oct 14 - 09:19 AM Index to all chicken songs that have been posted at Mudcat (that I can find): A CHICKEN CAN WALTZ THE GRAVY AROUND, Stovepipe, 1927, YouTube AIN'T NOBODY HERE BUT US CHICKENS, Louis Jordan, 1947, YouTube ALL BIRDS LOOK LIKE CHICKENS TO ME, Will F. Denny, ca. 1902, YouTube AUNTIE SKINNER'S CHICKEN DINNER, Arthur Collins & Byron Harlan, 1915, YouTube BAKE THAT CHICKEN PIE, Uncle Dave Macon, YouTube BANTY ROOSTER BLUES, Charley Patton, YouTube CHICK, CHICK, CHICK, CHICK, CHICKEN (LAY A LITTLE EGG FOR ME), Earl Oliver's Jazz Babies, YouTube CHICKEN A-LA-BLUES, Cousin Joe, YouTube CHICKEN BLUES, York Brothers, 1951, YouTube CHICKEN DANCE, Paul Parnes CHICKEN DON'T ROOST TOO HIGH, Grandpa Jones, 1950, YouTube CHICKEN GUMBOOGIE, Will Bradley & His Orchestra, 1941, YouTube CHICKEN IN BLACK, Johnny Cash, YouTube CHICKEN IN THE FRIDGE, Jeff Deitchman CHICKEN LIPS AND LIZARD HIPS, Bruce Springsteen, 1991, YouTube CHICKEN NEVER ROOST TOO HIGH FO' ME CHICKEN ON A RAFT, Cyril Tawney, YouTube CHICKEN PIE, Thomas W. Talley CHICKEN REEL, Arthur Collins, 1911, YouTube CHICKEN ROOST BLUES, Cliff Carlisle, 1934, YouTube CHICKEN SHACK BOOGIE, Amos Milburn, 1947, YouTube CHICKEN SONG, Jeff Davis & Jeff Warner, YouTube CHICKEN SONG (I AIN'T GONNA TAKE IT SETTIN' DOWN), Ernest Tubb, YouTube CHICKEN SOUP, Fran Avni, YouTube CHICKEN SOUP WITH RICE, Carole King, 1975, YouTube CHICKEN TRUCK, John Anderson, YouTube CHICKEN, YOU CAN ROOST BEHIND THE MOON, Frank Stokes/Beale Street Sheiks, YouTube CHICKENS, Ray Wylie Hubbard & Hayes Carll, YouTube CHICKENS FOR PEACE, Peter Alsop, YouTube COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO, George McWilliam COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO, Gloucestershire COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO, Louis Jordan, YouTube CROW BLACK CHICKEN, Leake County Revelers, 1928, YouTube CROWING ROOSTER, Memphis Slim, YouTube CROWING ROOSTER BLUES, Lonnie Johnson, 1928, I. YouTube, II. YouTube DAT'S DE WAY TO SPELL CHICKEN DELANEY'S CHICKEN DEM CHICKENS ROOST TOO HIGH DIXIE CHICKEN, Little Feat, 1973, YouTube DO THE FUNKY CHICKEN, Rufus Thomas DON'T BET YOUR MONEY ON DE SHANGHAI, Stephen Foster, 1861, YouTube FIGHTIN' LITTLE ROOSTER, Big Bill Broonzy, 1939, YouTube FISHIN' FOR CHICKENS, Hobo Jim Varsos, YouTube FLY UP MY COCK, Steeleye Span GHOST CHICKENS IN THE SKY, Barry Ward, YouTube HEN OVERBOARD, P. Tristram Coffin HEY LITTLE HEN, Joe Loss, YouTube HOMEMADE CHICKEN PIE, Frank Dumont, YouTube I AIN'T YOUR HEN, MR. FLY ROOSTER, Martha Copeland, YouTube I BOUGHT MYSELF A COCK I GET THE NECK OF THE CHICKEN, Cab Calloway, 1942, YouTube I HAD A ROOSTER, Pete Seeger I LIKE MY CHICKEN FRYIN' SIZE, Merle Travis, 1947, YouTube I'LL RISE WHEN THE ROOSTER CROWS, Binkley Brothers, YouTube IF YOU SEE MY ROOSTER, Memphis Minnie, 1936, YouTube IT TAKES THE OLD HEN TO DELIVER THE GOODS, Cliff Carlisle, 1936, YouTube KERRY COCK KING HEROD AND THE COCK LITTLE RED HEN, Malvina Reynolds, YouTube LITTLE RED HEN BLUES, Taj Mahal, YouTube LITTLE RED ROOSTER, Big Mama Thornton, YouTube LITTLE RED ROOSTER, Margie Day, YouTube LITTLE RED ROOSTER, Willie Dixon, YouTube LOUISIANA COCK FIGHT, John Nitzinger, YouTube ME COCK'S ME OWN, Simon Ritchie ME OLD GAME COCK MEMPHIS WOMEN AND CHICKEN, Dan Penn, 1994, YouTube OLD COCK CROWS PICKIN' ON THE CHICKEN, Ray Stevens, 2015, YouTube PRETTY CROWING CHICKEN, Frank Profitt, YouTube RED HEN HOP, Louvin Brothers, YouTube RED ROOSTER BLUES, Sonny Scott, 1933, YouTube RILEY'S HEN HOUSE DOOR, Riley Puckett, YouTube RISE WHEN THE ROOSTER CROWS, Uncle Dave Macon, 1926, YouTube ROOSTER, The Ravens, 1947, YouTube ROOSTER BLUES, Lightnin' Slim, YouTube SHANGHAI ROOSTER, DeZurik Sisters, YouTube SHANGHAI ROOSTER YODEL, Cliff Carlisle, 1931, YouTube SHANGHAI ROOSTER YODEL NO. 2, Cliff Carlisle, 1932, YouTube SOUTHERN FRIED CHICKEN, Hank Penny, 1956, YouTube SOUTHERN FRIED CHICKEN, Jimmy Work, 1951, YouTube STAY AWAY FROM MY CHICKEN HOUSE, Gene Autry, 1929, YouTube TASTES LIKE CHICKEN, Austin Lounge Lizards, YouTube THE BANTAM COCK, Jake Thackray THE BLACK COCKEREL, Spanish Civil War THE CHICKEN AND THE HAWK (UP, UP, AND AWAY), Joe Turner and His Blues Kings, 1955, YouTube THE CHICKEN OR THE EGG, Leslie Sarony, YouTube THE CHICKEN SONG THE COCK, Louis Killen, YouTube THE COCK-FIGHT / THE BONNY GREY etc. THE COCKS ARE CROWING THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER or THE LITTLE CHICKENS IN THE GARDEN. THE GAME COCK, Colcannon, YouTube THE GREY COCK THE LEGEND OF CHICKEN STU THE OLD GRAY CHICKEN, Miller, Hoffman THE OLD HEN CACKLED THE OLD HEN CACKLED AND THE ROOSTER'S GOING TO CROW, Fiddlin' John Carson, 1923, YouTube THE ROOSTER FROM KITCHUSIS, Dick Nolan, YouTube THERE'S A TRICK IN PICKIN' A CHICK, CHICK, CHICKEN, Wendell Hall, 1927, YouTube UNDER THE CHICKEN TREE, Irving Jones & Kerry Mills, 1908, YouTube WHERE IS THE CHICKEN IN THE CHICKEN CHOW MEIN?, Al Trace and His Musicians, 1944, YouTube WHO DAT SAY CHICKEN IN DIS CROWD, Paul Laurence Dunbar & Will Marion. 1898, YouTube |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: GUEST,Rick Wyman Date: 24 Nov 16 - 09:31 PM My wife's second great uncle, Ezra Harrison was a singer and performed around St. Joseph Missouri. He was a member of The Natural Quartet and they performed on the radio. Ezra wrote and published a song called "Dat Chicken B'longs To Me" sometime between 1905 and 1915. We would sure like to find that sheet music. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Gda Music Date: 25 Nov 16 - 05:17 PM Trinidad "old school" - 1961 *Missing Frozen Chicken* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O0Wa7KnOLBA One of Lord Melody`s more intriguing titles. From MONOGRAM 854 LP - "Calypsos for Adam and Eve. GJ |
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Subject: Lyr Add: STAY AWAY FROM MY CHICKEN HOUSE (G Autry) From: Jim Dixon Date: 11 Dec 16 - 09:04 PM STAY AWAY FROM MY CHICKEN HOUSE Words and music by Frankie Marvin As recorded by Gene Autry, 1929. 1. I don't mind tellin' this whole wide world someone's doin' me wrong. I ain't been able to catch 'em yet, but they gonna get catched 'fore long. Now whoever this someone may be, Take a little tip from me: CHORUS: Stay away from my chicken house, boy, if you figger your life's worthwhile. Stay away from my chicken house, boy, or I'll cut you down Mexican style. I've got a long keen razor, a bulldog too. You'll never look like nothin' when I get through with you. Now you're not invisible or still as a mouse, So stay away from my chicken house. Now I mean it! Stay away from my chicken house. 2. You stole my horse. [horse sounds] You stole my cow. [cow sounds] You took hay from my barn. You killed my hog for meat last fall; you even stole my corn. Now for all this, boys, I won't complain, But I'm stickin' with them chickens through sunshine an' rain. CHORUS |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CHICKEN SHACK BOOGIE (Amos Milburn) From: Jim Dixon Date: 31 Jan 17 - 06:43 PM CHICKEN SHACK BOOGIE As recorded by Amos Milburn, 1947. Hello, cat; I just got back, And I'm lookin' for that place they call the Chicken Shack. They say it's fine as wine and it's really on the ball. No windows, no doors, it's just a hole in the wall. Did you say it was located down by the creek, Where you can get a whole gob(?) of good things to eat?— All good parts of the chicken; what's more, it's a cinch You can even get the last part that went over the fence. Yes, they say it's the place where all the bad cats meet. You better be mighty careful where you take a seat. Oh, there's a place where the light's comin' through the wall. You better be mighty careful; let's have a ball. Come on, all you fellas, and take a drink from my pack, 'Cause the party's ready to start down at the Chicken Shack. [Other early recordings were made by The Five Scamps and The Lionel Hampton Sextet.] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: PICKIN' ON THE CHICKEN (Ray Stevens) From: Jim Dixon Date: 31 Jan 17 - 07:37 PM PICKIN' ON THE CHICKEN As recorded by Ray Stevens on "Here We Go Again" (2015). You know, if a chicken could talk, he might say somethin' like this: Why's ev'rybody pickin' on the chicken? What did a chicken ever do to you? Why's ev'rybody pickin' on the chicken? What a crock o' cock-a-doodle-doo! Now I'm not the kind o' bird to squawk, But seems like these days folks can't talk Without somehow slanderin' the chicken's name. But bigotry and discrimination Dominate the syntax o' this whole nation. It's enough to drive a dumb dominicker insane. Folks say "flew the coop" when the thief's departed, And if he's lackin' courage, he's chicken-hearted, And if he messes up, he's got egg on his face. You work for chicken feed, or had to scheme. Somethin's stuck in his craw—see what I mean? The many references to chickens are commonplace. Bird brain, dumb cluck, No spring chicken, strut your stuff, Nest egg, bad egg, Shake your tail feather, cocky an' such, Laid an egg, in a stew, I don't know what a chicken can do. You know, bein' a chicken in this environment is nothin' to crow about. I mean, a chicken's life is not all it's cracked up to be. No, and stop questioning my motives about crossin' the road! I don't know why I did it. Hey, I'm a chicken! Yeah! Maybe I did it to show the possum it could be done! Or sing a duet with Willie Nelson. What diff'rence does it make? I crossed the road, okay? Get over it! And it's time to stop pickin' on the chicken. I mean, what did a chicken ever do to you? It's time to stop pickin' on the chicken. What a crock of cock-a-doodle-doo! Don't count your chickens 'fore they hatch. Don't put all your eggs in one basket. Dont put up a squawk, or all your chickens might come home to roost. People get up with the chickens, go to bed with the chickens, And are concerned about the pecking order. He's the cock o' the walk; he rules the roost, Broods over problems like empty nest syndrome. You know what makes me madder than a wet hen? What does ev'ry strange thing from frog legs to rattlesnake taste like? That's right—chicken! Now some sort o' reference that doesn't include a chicken is rare as hen's teeth. Now you got me doin' it! I'll be so upset, before long, I'll be runnin' around like a chi— A chicken with his head cut off, okay? Somebody stop me! What came first: the chicken, or the egg? Oh, I feel like I'm walkin' on eggs. I feel henpecked. Why did the punk rocker cross the road? He was stapled to the chicken! You know it ain't over till the fat chicken sings! And that's me! Is this any good or did I just lay an egg? |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Joe_F Date: 01 Feb 17 - 01:43 PM Mrs Morales has chickens in her yard. If you want to get one, it is not very hard. Smile for the senora, you'll get a chicken free -- If Danny feels like smiling nicely, maybe two or three. -- Ay, Paisano |
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Subject: Lyr Add: DIXIE CHICKEN (from Little Feat) From: Jim Dixon Date: 21 Mar 17 - 07:16 PM OK, it has "chicken" in the title but it's not really about a chicken. Suggested by ranger1 back on 30-Oct-2005. He said he hated it, but I don't. DIXIE CHICKEN Written by Lowell George and Martin Kibbee (a.k.a. Fred Martin) As recorded by Little Feat on "Dixie Chicken" (1973) I seen the bright lights of Memphis and the Commodore Hotel, And underneath a street lamp, I met a southern belle. She took me to the river where she cast her spell, And in that southern moonlight she sang a song so well: If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb, And we can walk together down in Dixie land, Down in Dixie land. Well we made all the hot spots; my money flowed like wine, And that low-down southern whiskey began to fog my mind, And I don't remember church bells or the money I put down On the white picket fence and boardwalk, of the house on the edge of town; But, boy, do I remember the strain of her refrain, And the nights we spent together and the way she called my name: If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb, And we can walk together down in Dixie land, Down in Dixie land. It's been a year since she ran away. I guess that guitar player sure could play. She always liked to sing along. He was always handy with a song. Then one night in the lobby of the Commodore Hotel, I chanced to meet a bartender who said he knew her well, And as he handed me a drink, he began to hum a song, And all the boys down at the bar began to sing along: If you'll be my Dixie chicken, I'll be your Tennessee lamb, And we can walk together down in Dixie land, Down in Dixie land. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: GOT TROUBLE IN THE HENHOUSE (T Hambridge) From: Jim Dixon Date: 21 Mar 17 - 08:13 PM GOT TROUBLE IN THE HENHOUSE* Written by Tom Hambridge As recorded by Tom Hambridge and the Rattlesnakes on "Tom Hambridge and the Rattlesnakes – Live" (2007) I got trouble down at my henhouse; the rooster left town. The chicks are goin' crazy; they won't settle down. They chased me 'round the barnyard so I put 'em in the coop, But next thing I know, they want the cock-a-doodle-doo. I got trouble in the henhouse, Trouble at the henhouse, Trouble, trouble, trouble, I got chicks all over me. Trouble in the henhouse; I don't know what to do. Nothin' but cluckin' since my rooster flew. Trouble in the barnyard, it's got me so uptight. The chicks they drive me crazy; they need layin' ev'ry night. I got trouble in the henhouse, Trouble in the henhouse. Trouble, trouble, trouble, I got chicks all over me. They won't let me be, no, no, no, no, no, no. Chicks all around me layin' ev'ry night. Ev'ry time I turn around, I'm breakin' up a fight. I'm damned if I don't; I'm damned if I do. Mornin' noon an' night they want the cock-a-doodle-do. * it appears on the album as "Trouble in the Henhouse" but it's listed at ASCAP as "Got Trouble in the Henhouse." I decided to list it here as "Got..." to help distinguish it from another song called "Trouble in the Henhouse" written by Billy Briggs & Kathering Briggs. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: GUEST,Folked69 Date: 22 Mar 17 - 11:32 AM If you like a bit of acid folk... Sunforest - Old Cluck (up on Youtube) |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THE CHICKEN AND THE HAWK (from Joe Turner From: Jim Dixon Date: 22 Mar 17 - 11:34 PM THE CHICKEN AND THE HAWK (UP, UP, AND AWAY) Written by Leiber & Stoller. As recorded by Joe Turner and His Blues Kings, 1955. 1. Well, a curly-head chicken fell in love with a chicken hawk, (2x) Fell head over heels for that hawk's sweet talk. 2. [She] said: "Take me up, Hawky; take me up in the sky. (2x) [I'm] just a little bitty chicken and I don't now how to fly." CHORUS: [He said] up, up, and away. We gon' fly all day. Up, up, and away. We gon' fly all day. Up, up, up, up, and away. 3. He met a bald-headed eagle flyin' up there in the blue. (2x) Well, the eagle told the hawk: "I'm gonna steal that chicken from you." 4. Well, the hawk started flyin' like a P-8 single jet. (2x) He said: "Cool down, chicken; the eagle ain't got us yet." CHORUS 5. "Well, you asked him for the sun; did you ask him for the moon?" (2x) Said: "Cool down, baby; we're gonna be there soon." CHORUS |
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Subject: Lyr Add: ALL BIRDS LOOK LIKE CHICKENS TO ME From: Jim Dixon Date: 27 Mar 17 - 11:03 PM From YouTube: ALL BIRDS LOOK LIKE CHICKENS TO ME Words and music by Irving Jones, ©1899. As recorded by Will F. Denny on an Edison cylinder, ca. 1902. [1] Sam Green's an educated fowlist, well versed in chickenhood. When he can eat a chicken meal, his appetite is good. He eats fried chicken ev'ry meal, has chicken salad for lunch. He never buys a solitary hen, for he gets them by the bunch. And when he sees a mockingbird, that coon will loud exclaim: "That bird is a talkin' hen, although she's changed her name." He also says a canary bird is a chicken that's learned to sing, And if you contradict him, this argument he'll spring: [CHORUS] "All birds look like chickens to me. Crows look like black hens, you see. Some birds are raised up for a prize, But a knife and fork make 'em all one size. People say quails ain't chickens, you see, But they look like Lilliputian hens to me. They are eagles and owls and other fowls, But they look like chickens to me." [2] Sam Green went over to a bird show; all nations of birds he's seen, And when he spied a parrot, he said: "That hen's painted green!" And when he saw a wild duck, that coon's heart loud did beat. He said: "That hen has got bow legs and a pair of ragtime feet!" But when he saw a peacock, that coon could hardly talk. He says: "That is a coon-hen that's learned how to cakewalk." He also said that an ostrich was a chicken that's overgrown, And as he started homeward, these words he loud did moan: [CHORUS] [Another recording, also on YouTube was made by Sweet Papa Stovepipe (real name: McKinley Peebles) in 1926. The chorus is clearly derived from the above, but the verses are quite different. Parts are barely decipherable.] |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: GUEST,Bobby Lee Cude Date: 28 Mar 17 - 10:03 PM Chicken Songs ...is it! O.K. , you want to hear a cleaver, funny and entertaining CHICKEN SONG ? Then go to CD BABY and punch in I LIKE CHICKEN ! Yep! Tis REAL LIVE CHICKENS , singing, well for the high-lights of the NEW song which, I am proud to be the co-writer, publisher & producer of the recording. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: Jim Dixon Date: 29 Mar 17 - 01:22 AM Charley Nobel, back on 30-Oct-2005, mentioned a poem about a chicken swept off the deck of a ship. This probably isn't the same poem, but it's the closest I could find. From The Wanderers by Sea and Land, with Other Tales by Peter Parley (pseud.) (London: James Blackwood, 1850), page 21: THE BALLAD OF BIDDY AT SEA. Come, all ye boys and girls And hear a woful strain, Of one who went to sea And never came back again. Alas! if ye have tears, Prepare to shed them free; For poor old Biddy's fate Was sad as sad can be. An honest hen she was As any in the yard, Yet she was torn away, Albeit she cackled hard. They did not heed her cries For pity and for quarter. They put her in a coop And bore her o'er the water. For many days and nights Poor Bid in prison sighed; But she got out one day And o'er the deck she hied. But, ah! the cruel Cook Came forth and sought to catch her: And Biddy knew, forsooth, That he would fain dispatch her. She ran, she cackled shrill, And then, hard pressed, she flew— Over the side she went And fell in the ocean blue! Cold, cold was the briny flood, But Biddy's heart was brave— She did the best she could, And paddled along the wave. She rose and fell with the tide. And wistfully looked about— Alas! no hand was near, To help poor Biddy out! Ah! faint and fainter she grew, For she struggled now with, pain— And then her head it sank, Never to rise again! She sank in the briny deep, With one faint dying tone: The ship passed proudly on And left her there alone! |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CHICKEN SONG (I AIN'T GONNA TAKE IT...) From: Jim Dixon Date: 29 Mar 17 - 05:14 PM A guest quoted from this back on 30-Oct-2009. I found it on YouTube and transcribed it. THE CHICKEN SONG (I AIN'T GONNA TAKE IT SETTIN' DOWN) Words & music by Terry Shand & Bob Merrill, ©1951. As recorded by Red Foley and Ernest Tubb [1] Cock-a-doodle-do! Bless our old hen. She lays eggs the best she can: Sometimes nine and sometimes ten. Cock-a-doodle-do! Bless our old hen. [2] Our old red hen was upon her nest. She tried to sleep but couldn't rest. The rooster came home baggy-eyed, And our old hen stood up and cried: [CHORUS] "I ain't gonna take it settin' down. I ain't gonna take it settin' down. While I'm here hatchin' white an' brown, You're out scratchin' 'round the town, And I ain't gonna take it settin' down." [3] She said: "Don't say you've been alone. Them ain't my feathers in your comb. If you don't have an alibi, You're gonna see some feathers fly. [4] "I've heard it said while on the loose, You made the spots with Clara Goose. From all reports of how it looked, You tell that goose her goose is cooked." [CHORUS] [5] She said: "If I weren't such a stupe, I'd have a mink-lined chicken coop. Why, ev'rything I own's in hock. I should 'a' went with Plymouth Rock. [6] "You know one night while you were out, I met a move talent scout. He loved my walk; he loved my cluck. He's starrin' me with Donald Duck." [CHORUS] [7] You roosters out there don't you laugh. You just can't fool your better half. You mark my words; you'll see the day When your old hen will up and say: [CHORUS] "I ain't gonna take it settin' down. I ain't gonna take it settin' down. You needn't hang around an' plead. Stop handin' me that chicken feed. I ain't gonna take it settin' down." [TAG] Cock-a-doodle-do! Bless our old hen. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: DON'T BET YOUR MONEY ON DE SHANGHAI From: Jim Dixon Date: 29 Mar 17 - 08:44 PM LadyJean mentioned this back on 12-Aug-2014. I found the sheet music at Johns Hopkins University: DON'T BET YOUR MONEY ON DE SHANGHAI Words and music by Stephen C. Foster, 1861. 1. De Shanghai chicken, when you put him in de pit, He'll eat a loaf of bread up, but he can't fight a bit. De Shanghai fiddle is a funny little thing, And ebry time you tune him up he goes "ching-ching." CHORUS: Oh! de Shanghai! Don't bet your money on de Shanghai. Take de little chicken in de middle ob the ring, But don't bet your money on de Shanghai. 2. I go to de fair for to see de funny fowls: De double-headed pigeon and de one-eyed owls, De old lame goose wid no web between his toes— He kills himself a-laughing when de Shanghai crows. 3. De Shanghai's tall but his appetite is small. He'll only swallow ebrything that he can overhaul: Four bags of wheat just as certain as you're born, A bushel of potatoes and a tub full of corn. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CHICKEN GUMBOOGIE From: Jim Dixon Date: 02 Apr 17 - 01:18 PM Parts of this song sound like the familiar "Chicken Reel" reworked to have a boogie-woogie beat. CHICKEN GUMBOOGIE Written by Leonard Whitney As recorded by Will Bradley & His Orchestra (with Ray McKinley, vocalist), 1941. The farmers have a dance that they all like to do. It really is a killer though it never was new. They got it in a barnyard away before the Greeks From the chickens that were grubbin' and a-peckin' with their beaks. Peck corn! You better loosen up your collar. Latch on with your tail feathers out. Dig it till it makes you want to holler. The chicken gumboogie man'll get you if you don't spread out. It's a funny little lick with a boogie-woogie base [or "bass"?]. Any hep chick can put fever in your place. You can strut like a rooster, scratch with your feet, But whatever you do, don't you lose the beat. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CHICKEN ROOST BLUES (Cliff Carlisle) From: Jim Dixon Date: 02 Apr 17 - 03:53 PM CHICKEN ROOST BLUES As recorded by Cliff Carlisle, 1934. Late last night I went down to get me a chicken or two. When I heard the old shotgun, I sure did skiddoo. Grabbed my sack and I made for the door but I didn't get away in time. As I went around the corner of the barn, boy, I sure got mine. [Yodel] The chicken roost blues. The guy that shot at me last night must 'a' been a hard-boiled old squirt, For when the buckshot hit the seat o' my pants, boy, they sure did hurt! When I got home, I went to bed, but I couldn't sleep at all. For ev'ry time I would close my eyes, I could hear that rooster squall. [Yodel] The rooster squall. I got up; I was sittin' by the fire, and I heard someone outside. They come in the gate and up on the porch; I like to jumped out o' my hide. The sheriff come up and he knocked on the door 'long about half-past two. I said: "Mister Sheriff, what do you want?" He says: "I've come for you. [Yodel] I've come for you." Grabbed my pants; I jumped out the window, and I started off to run. 'Bout that time, he grabbed me by the collar, said: "I've got you, son of a gun." Here in the jail for ninety days and it's home sweet home to me. I'll get me another sack o' chickens the day that I get free. [Yodel] The jailhouse blues. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WHERE IS THE CHICKEN IN THE CHICKEN CHOW… From: Jim Dixon Date: 03 Apr 17 - 12:27 AM WHERE IS THE CHICKEN IN THE CHICKEN CHOW MEIN? As recorded by Al Trace and His Musicians, 1944. I walked into a restaurant And told the waiter what I want, And what I wanted was a dish of chicken chow mein. The waiter brought it on a tray. I started eatin' right away, And right away I started to complain: Hey! Where is the chicken in the chicken chow mein, Chick-chicken chow mein, chick-chicken chow mein? Can't find the chicken in the chicken chow mein. Chick-chicken, where can you be? There's oodles of noodles and there's plenty of rice, Yes plenty of rice, whoa, plenty of rice. The onions and celery are tasty and nice, But chicken, where can you be? I've looked high; I've looked low. Can't be found, no, no, no. I've looked here; I've looked there, But the dog-gone chicken isn't anywhere! Where is the chicken in the chicken chow mein, Chick-chicken chow mein, chick-chicken chow mein? Where is the chicken? I am goin' insane. Chick-chicken where can you be? Where is the chicken in the chicken chow mein, Chick-chicken chow mein, chick-chicken chow mein? I keep on lookin' all in vain. Waiter, can't you hear me kickin'? Don't you serve a little chicken When a fellow orders chicken chow mein? |
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Subject: Lyr Add: A CHICKEN CAN WALTZ THE GRAVY AROUND From: Jim Dixon Date: 05 Apr 17 - 09:53 AM A CHICKEN CAN WALTZ THE GRAVY AROUND As recorded by Stovepipe* on Okeh 8543, 1927. My wife she called me to breakfast; I walked right to the gate. She set me down to table to chicken on my plate. I grabbed my knapsack on my shoulder, said: "Honey, you be too late." In fifteen minutes by any man's watch, there's a chicken on my plate. CHORUS: Oh, chicken, oh, chicken, you can fry 'em nice and brown. Oh, chicken, oh, chicken, you can waltz the gravy around. Oh, chicken, oh, chicken, I don't mean no fault** to that. For chicken grow in this town, and their wings can't get too fat. Oh, when I come to a neighborhood, chickens know just what I mean. Chickens skippin' and dodgin'; no chickens can't be seen. The hen she said to the rooster: "Lord, there ain't no use to hide. Got a shotgun and it hurts to run and our wings can't roost too high." * Not much is known about this performer. He is not the same person as Daddy Stovepipe. On this recording, when he is not singing, he seems to be blowing into a jug, or something similar, and playing guitar at the same time. The song sounds like a reworking of "Chicken You Can Roost Behind the Moon" recorded by The Beale Street Sheiks. By the way, I Googled "by any man's watch," thinking it sounded like a folk saying, and the only instance I found, besides this song, is in a Fenimore Cooper novel. Maybe Stovepipe was a literate man! For more information about Stovepipe, see Going to Cincinnati: A History of the Blues in the Queen City by Steven C. Tracy. My transcription is based on one in that book, but I made some corrections based on my own hearing. **In the second chorus, he sings "I find no fault." |
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Subject: Lyr Add: CHICKEN BLUES (York Brothers) From: Jim Dixon Date: 06 Apr 17 - 11:20 PM This is a rockabilly song: CHICKEN BLUES As recorded by The York Brothers, 1951. If you don't like chicken, leave that hen alone. Well, if you don't like chicken, leave that hen alone. She'll give you so much chicken, you can't do a thing but moan. She'll give you chicken with your coffee, chicken with your wine, Chicken, chicken, chicken till you lose your mind. If you don't like chicken, leave that hen alone. She'll give you so much chicken, you can't do a thing but moan. You're a big red rooster, but that don't mean a thing. Well, you're a big red rooster, but that don't mean a thing. If you mess around with her, she surely will clip your wing. She'll give you chicken in the mornin', chicken after noon, Chicken, chicken, chicken 'neath the harvest moon. Well, if you don't like chicken, leave that hen alone. She'll give you so much chicken, you can't do a thing but moan. She'll give chicken in the mornin', chicken after noon, Chicken, chicken, chicken 'neath the harvest moon. Well, if you don't like chicken, leave that hen alone. She'll give you so much chicken, you can't do a thing but moan. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: GUEST,john Date: 11 Apr 17 - 09:57 AM blues song I heard on the radio, but cant find online, can you help? lyrics were the following: "couple with a chicken in a gunny sack, walk a mile to the market down an old dirt track, couple with a chicken in a gunny sack, the three went out, but only two came back." |
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Subject: Lyr Add: I GET THE NECK OF THE CHICKEN From: Jim Dixon Date: 11 Apr 17 - 01:44 PM I GET THE NECK OF THE CHICKEN Words by Frank Loesser; music by Jimmy McHugh, 1942. Sung by Marcy McGuire in the film "Seven Days' Leave" (1942). I suspect Loesser did not actually write all the following lyrics. Several bands have recorded this as a jazz piece with lots of instrumental improvisation and scat singing. [A] As recorded by Cab Calloway in July, 1942.
I get the neck of the chicken; I get the rumble-seat ride. [B] As sung by Phil Harris in an archived radio program: "The Jack Benny Program: Jack and Phil Go Target Shooting," from Nov. 1, 1942, which you can hear at The Internet Archive. The song begins at 7:46.
I get the neck of that chicken; I get the burnt piece o' toast.
Yes, I get the neck of that chicken; seems like I'm under a curse. [C] From Bob Dorough on "Right on My Way Home" (1997):
I get the wing and the tailbone; I get a hair in my plate. *These 2 lines are sung or recited very free-form, not matching the rhythm of the tune. [D] From Paul Cohen & Friends on "I Want You Back" (2011):
I get the neck of the chicken; that's how they give me the bird; [E] From Jeff Sanford's Cartoon Jazz Band on "Cartoon Logic" (2013):
I get the neck of the chicken; I get the rumble-seat ride.
Yeah, I get the neck of the chicken; I get the worst jobs at work, |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: eftifino Date: 12 Apr 17 - 04:22 AM may have been mentioned already, but: The Moron Brothers'The Rooster Song' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cvb5NSQ8s7Q |
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Subject: Lyr Add: I LIKE MY CHICKEN FRYIN' SIZE (M Travis) From: Jim Dixon Date: 12 Apr 17 - 08:25 AM I LIKE MY CHICKEN FRYIN' SIZE Written by Merle Travis [A] As recorded by Johnny Bond, 1947: 1. I like my chicken fryin' size hangin' aroun' my pen: Young an' tender an' not so wise, like some ol' stewin' hen, 'Cause she's done seen a lot Of ever' rooster in the flock, So I like my chickens fryin' size when I get my skillet hot. 2. Well, I like my chickens fryin' size, an' I betcha that you'll agree That a purty little pullet flyin' by sure looks heavenly. From the day that I was born Till Gabri'l blows his horn, If I don't like my chickens fryin' size, then roastin' ears ain't corn. 3. Well, I like my chickens fryin' size just when they're good an' grown. I know it would be oh-so nice to have a chicken all my own, So I'll resist as long as I can, Not to steal from another man, But I must have chickens fryin' size when I put 'em in the fryin' pan. 4. REPEAT VERSE 1. [B] Additional verse recorded by Merle Travis, 1947: Well, I like my chicken fryin' size; chicken just can't be beat. Nothin' in the world can satisfy like that good ol' chicken meat. Now the south has brought the fame [To] that fryin' chicken's name, But any little chicken fryin' size is purty well near the same. |
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Subject: RE: Songs about chickens From: eftifino Date: 13 Apr 17 - 03:26 AM Neil Diamond Hot August night : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiaY8ONMc4g |
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Subject: Lyr Add: THERE'S A TRICK IN PICKIN' A ... CHICKEN From: Jim Dixon Date: 14 Apr 17 - 08:07 AM THERE'S A TRICK IN PICKIN' A CHICK, CHICK, CHICKEN Words by Charles Tobias & Coleman Goetz; music by J. Russel Robinson. As recorded by Wendell Hall, 1927. INTRO: What's this old world a-comin' to? Where's this old world a-goin' to? With this bustlin' hustlin' up today's ways, Each invention brings a change— Somethin' new an' somethin' strange; But what puzzles me are the gals of nowadays. 1. Oh, the way they're a-dressin' an' the things they a-do Keeps me a-guessin', I'm a- tellin' you. There's a trick in pickin' a chick-chick-chicken today. Grey-haired granny an' sister Sue— I can't tell 'em apart; can you? There's a trick in pickin' a chick-chick-chicken today. You must be wise; you must be gifted To recognize a face that's lifted. Oh, the way they're a-dressin' an' the things they a-do Keeps me a-guessin', I'm a-tellin' you. There's a trick in pickin' a chick-chick-chicken today. 2. Oh, the way they're a-dressin' an' the things they a-do Keeps me a-guessin', I'm a-tellin' you. There's a trick pickin' chicken, a chick-chick-chicken today. My great-grandmother, eighty-three, Wears a skirt up above the knee. There's a trick pickin' chicken, a chick-chick-chicken today. A baby's style would sure delight you. She'll say: "If I had teeth, I'd bite you." She bobs her hair an' she shows her ears. She's been foolin' 'em sixty years. There's a trick pickin' chicken, a chick-chick-chicken today. 3. Oh, the way they're a-dressin' an' the things they a-do Keeps me a-guessin', I'm a-tellin' you. There's a trick pickin' chicken, a chick-chick-chicken today. Ev'ry moan on a saxophone Empties out some old ladies' home. There's a trick in pickin' a chick-chick-chicken today. A man gets in an awful muddle. He don't know who he's tryin' to cuddle. Get a queen outside in the dark alone Then find out she's a chaperone. There's a trick in pickin' a chick-chick-chicken today. [chicken sounds] There's a trick in pickin' a chick-chick-chicken today. [There were other early recordings by Benny Meroff & His Orchestra; Irving Kaufman; Nat Shilkret & Victor Orchestra with vocalist Johnny Marvin; Al Handler's Alamo Cafe Orchestra; The Golden Gate Orchestra with vocalist Jack Kaufman; Six Hayseeds; Six Jumping Jacks; California Humming Birds.] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: IT TAKES THE OLD HEN TO DELIVER THE GOODS From: Jim Dixon Date: 24 Apr 17 - 02:10 PM IT TAKES THE OLD HEN TO DELIVER THE GOODS As recorded by Cliff Carlisle, 1936. My shanghai rooster he's a wonderful chick. There's never a rooster than he cannot lick. He struts and he cackles way down in the woods, But it takes the old hen to deliver the goods. The old shanghai crows; he does it for fun. He puts the old dominecker hen on the run. They go for a walk way down in the woods, And there the old hen delivers the goods. The old dominecker delivers the goods For the old shanghai way down in the woods. The shanghai can crow while down in the woods, But it takes the old hen to deliver the goods. The old rooster crows way down in the woods, And wishes that he could deliver the goods. He stands back and watches way down in the woods While the old dominecker delivers the goods. [The tune resembles "The Man on the Flying Trapeze."] |
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Subject: Lyr Add: SINCE WE PUT A RADIO OUT IN THE HENHOUSE From: Jim Dixon Date: 24 Apr 17 - 06:44 PM SINCE WE PUT A RADIO OUT IN THE HENHOUSE Words and music by Chester Finley and Russ Hull, 1940. As recorded by the Hoosier Hot Shots, 1941. Since we put a radio out in the henhouse, There's more cock-a-doodle in the rooster's crow. Hens all sing like blue canaries, Fill their nest with cackle-berries, And they're twice as big as farmer brown's, I know. (I know.) How the handles off the market basket saw hay(?) and groan, And the crank has fallen off the telephone, When the eggs begin to hatchin', Ev'ry chicken comes out scratchin' Since our henhouse has got a radio (Since our henhouse has got a radio). Now that radio we put out in the henhouse Was the smartest thing we ever did, by Joe! When they hear "cock-a-doodle" Why, the hens all skiddoodle, Cluckin' "When ya gotta go, ya gotta go!" We was worried as could be; we had a mortgage due, And we thought our farmin' days were nearly through (nearly through). Now are troubles are over, And we're ridin' in clover Since the henhouse has got a radio (Since our henhouse has got a radio). [Also recorded by the Cass County Boys.] |
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