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AIN'T NOBODY HERE BUT US CHICKENS (Alex Kramer / Joan Whitney) Joe Loss & His Orchestra Also recorded by: Asleep At The Wheel; Pat Boone; Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown; James Brown; The Cunninghams; Chris Daniels; Phil Harris; Louis Jordan; B.B. King; Lamont Cranston Band; Patti Lu Pone; Mark Murphy; Eric Nagler; New York Voices; Lascelles Perkins; Kevin Ramsey; Sandy Sasso; Lisa Stansfield; Stargazers; Beth Fitchet Wood. One night farmer brown was takin' the air Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care Down in the hen house something stirred When he shouted, "who's there?" This is what he heard There ain't nobody here but us chickens There ain't nobody here at all So quiet yourself and stop that fuss There ain't nobody here but us We chickens tryin' to sleep and you bust in And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, with your chin There ain't nobody here but us chickens There ain't nobody here at all You're stompin' around and shakin' the ground Youíre Kicking up an ful dust We chickens tryin' to sleep and you bust in And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin Tomorrow is a busy day We got things to do, we got eggs to lay Worms to catch, ground to scratch It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch There ainít nobody here but us chickens There ainít nobody here at all So quiet yourself and stop that fuss There ainít nobody here but us And kindly point that gun the other way And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay (Orchestral interlude) Tomorrow is a busy day We got things to do, we got eggs to lay Worms to catch and ground to scratch It takes a lot of settin', gettin' chicks to hatch There ainít nobody here but us chickens There ainít nobody here at all So quiet yourself and stop that fuss There ainít nobody here but us And kindly point that gun the other way And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay. (Transcribed by Bill Huntley - November 2004)

    


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