Well, if you want to see a brother made happy, I’ll tell you what to do, Trip over to the neighbor’s yard, there take down a chicken or two, Why you slip around a dark night, when the chickens cannot see, Gwine see that the bulldog’s tied up, then peek up to the tree, For you take a pole just to knock ’em off, then slap him like a goat, Well if he hollers loudly, want shove ’em up under your coat, 
Chorus: Bake that chicken, Lord put on lots of smiles, Oh, Lord how I’d like to have just a piece of that chicken pie. 
Well the pullets that flop their wings and crow, When the brother passes by, Seems to say that they can’t be caught, and there ain’t no use for to try, And worse than all that happens, yes that you ever hear like be- fore, Whenever you go to travel you find, there’s a lock on the chicken coop door. 
Chorus 
This country am gwine to the dogs at last, when the farmers sit and watch, Big bull dog and a big steel trap in the watermelon patch, And worse than all that happens, yes that you ever hear like be- fore, Whenever you hear that er-e-er-er, there’s a lock on the chicken coop door. 
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