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One night Farmer Brown was taking the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Into the henhouse something stirred
When he hollered "Who's there?"
This is what he heard
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
Ain't nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Hey, kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay
'Cause there ain't nobody here but us chickens
Ain't nobody here at all
You stompin' around, and shakin' the ground
You're kickin' up an awful dust
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, with your chin
'Cause tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
Ground to dig and worms to scratch
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
Nobody at all
So quiet yourself, stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
And kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till you hit the hay
Well tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay
Ground to dig and worms to scratch
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatchAin't nobody here but us roosters
Ain't nobody at all
So quiet yourself and stop all that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
And kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble till the break of day.
Hey boss man, now what you say?
It's easy-pickin's
Ain't nobody here but us chickens.
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