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rhyme
And rhythm

I asked the prairie chicken when he started to scratch
If sandy fleas and bumble bees could hatch a better hatch
He said the only

Ben. 
Prairie Chicken. Heath Hen. 
Calling out for some romance. 
Poor Ben. 
This is the tale of a Machismo. 
The biggest cock in town 
with a perpetual

me a loan 
So I can go build me a home
I got my lil house on the prairie 
Some chickens for eggs and cows for dairy

I got a 10 gallon hat
My brim

When I Leave This House

Adam Gregory

Workin' on It

2007

Baby, I'm goin' down

Well, I'm no Hells Angel
But I like to pretend I'm the king of the highway
On the prairie wind
With a black leather soul
I'm

Homestead

Michelle Shocked

Kind Hearted Woman

1994

a couple of hens
A mule that plows every now and then
But mostly balks and wears me thin
He can't talk but I swear he grins

Don't call it a prairie if

Never Been to Memphis

Daphne & Celeste

We Didn't Say That!

2000

chicken weres' supposed to keep ya there 
But I'm lookin' around an' you's everywhere 
I see you an' Garth sittin' up a tree 
K.I.S.S.I.N.G. 
Ain't

They blurped him wit the hammer
And a bag of sticky icky
Shit fucked up
12 caged him in Grand Prairie
Freedom ain’t free
They’ll Pull you over
And treat

to stare me wrong
When I meet them, they barely talk
Make it funky, hungry like a prairie dog
Keep the pace, always on the case like Gary Saul

Go

lie
I sell you calamari with pepper and salt
Little House on the Prairie
Is my favorite show in the world

Herro how are you?
It's so typical of me

when I'm going down

Well, I ain't no angel
But I like to pretend
I'm the king of the road on the prairie wind
Gonna roll down the highway
'Til I

the house on the prairie
They want that green grass, Golden Labrador, but still not care free
We so living, we going build that white picket fence
To keep

Man fuck the shelves
Dug a hole in the prairie
Told Mitchell you'll melt
Him and hall of men hauling our sins
Fucking each other with a cross and gin

Reminiscent on them days I was pushing shopping carts
Pack of noodles
Chicken flavor
I was working on my art
I Picasso Mona Lisa
Time will tell us all apart

on chicken buckets, adults were sickened of it
DRUMS, I frickin' love it. The devil made me do it to em
Let the rhythm hit 'em. Let the fluid sluice
Weas

it's all fixed
Like WWF playing chess, blacks versus whites
Rich and poor undeclared wars
Chickens come home to roost
Two dutches one loose, red

Rotisserie Chicken roastin all day
Last line kinda sounded cliche
Now rewind back this track cause you wanna press play
I told you bitch stay away
You a bitch