Chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow, mama
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow
Yeah, I'm on my way to San Francisco
Where I buck my friend and his name was Poncho
He said, "One String, there's something you got to know"
When we are back on our saddles and our horses
Where we go we sing this
Chicken in the corn and the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow, mama
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow
Don't need to brag, don't need to boast
I perform on a pillow when pole to pole
The music's nice, we play them twice while the girls are screaming out like mice
My name is Brushy, I'm the king of string
I'll play your music and to let you sing
It doesn't really matter what the people wanna say
I rap my music night and day
Rock them night and day
When Luciano said
Chicken in the corn and the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn and the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow, mama
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow
Chicken in the corn and the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow, mama
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn and the corn can't...
When chicken in the corn and the corn can't...
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow
Chicken in the corn and the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn and the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow, mama
When chicken in the corn, so the corn can't grow
When chicken in the corn and the corn can't...
Chicken in the corn and the corn can't...
Chicken in the corn and the corn can't...
Chicken in the corn and the corn can't...