Tori Amos – Til The Chicken Lyrics  Share

So some say she got a green enough field,
And some say she got too many strings,
With petticoat sound and goin hall gown.

The sweetest nylon know not where she^,s gone.
Gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wing, yes.


Some say she got plenty of stockings.
S-some say she g-got some a Divas and Kramer.
Why all despair then shaking her trail.


Heh, the sweetest nylon know not where he^,s gone.
[ Til The Chicken lyrics from
http://www.musiclyricsnow.net/t/tori-amos/til-chicken/ ]
Gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wing.
Until the little chicken come home. (Chicken ad-lib)

The sweetest nylon know not where he^,s gone.
I^,m gonna raise his tail and wrangle his wings.
(Hey...) I said, the sweetest nylon know not where he^,s gone.
I^,m gona raise a his tail, (Raise him now, girl.)
An^, wrangle his a-wings
Until the little chicken come home,
Said, until the little chicken come home...
(Pass out the chicken, yaw...)
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