Papa's in the kitchen,. Mama's in the field. There's a murder in the henhouse. Mud flung high upon the wheels. . Ol' rooster in the dooryard. He's just leanin' on the horn.
All my life I been poor boy son,. Scratchin' for my meat. I have been kicked in my teeth,. Till the blood run hot and sweet. . I seen a lot of living my friend,.