Ballad Of The Chicken Robber

Pistol's in the piss pot

Rooster's in the pie

All I need you to do for me

Is remember this alibi

Just remember

Sixty-nine in Chino

I didn't mean to shoot no dog

I worked alone, I'm a broken soul

Come down-state for a job

For a job

Come on Miss Lorena

I love to hear you sing

Pass me a wing

Run from Sacramento

Run from all I got

So we were drunk on 'bama Curtis

When they rolled that chicken lot

When they rolled that lot