Текст: Ry Cooder. CROW BLACK CHICKEN.

Well, I went on the mountain
And I gave my horn a blow
Thought I heard some pretty gal say
"Yonder come my beau"

Crow black chicken, crow for a day
Crow black chicken and fly away
Crow black chicken and I like chicken pie

Well, the hardest work that ever I'd done
Was plowin' a field of rye
The easiest work that ever I'd done
Was eatin' chicken pie

Chicken crow for midnight
And a chicken crow for a day
Along come an owl, Lord, have mercy
Stole my chicken away

Crow black chicken and crow for a day
Crow black chicken and fly away
Crow black chicken and I like chicken pie

Crow black chicken, crow for a day
Crow black chicken and fly away
Crow black chicken and I like chicken pie