Chicken Blues

	Chicken Blues
Author:	Ryan Adams
Official Appearance:	N/A
Unofficial Appearance:	N/A
Played Live:	09/29/01
Lyrics:	Me and the chicken went down to the coup
	And we stood there waiting for you to recoup
	But you're wrong damn miss Sally you're wrong
	will we see you tomorrow man I don't bet
	I'll bet you got plans for the doctor
	Forget it you're wrong
	Well a chicken always does what a chicken needs
	Yeah he bobs his head and he hides in the weeds
	And he's food for weeks
	If you breed him you don't
	Yeah me and Mr. Chicken and the doctor
	We were waiting for you to come along
	But you were just shaking you were wrong
	Yeah well out of the sun comes the last hunted one
	And he runs and he hides can't even decide if he's free
	Just bobs it like eyeore
	Well me and Mr. Chicken we were ready we were licking
	We were waiting for you and the doctor
	He was coming but you just in the wrong


	"Alright Brad testify something will ya"


	Yeah in comes the breeze and you can't hide the doors


	So you just try paint yourself up like a whore
	Cause you move and your neck it just loses the groove
	Yeah me and Mr Chicken and the doctor and the lawyer and everybody else
	Want to be Tom Sawyer but you're wrong
	Cause the Chicken can't sing no songs
	A chicken can't sing no song
	A chicken can't sing no song