Tear a lying tongue out by its roots Feed it to the mice round the chicken coup Sister come a running to sound the alarm There's hell in the hen house and blood in the barn Now a damn fox does what a damn fox does Sneaking and a stealing and looking for a buzz And the rooster is a devil with talons and a comb When the sun comes up he don't crow, he moans The fireworks stared on the fourth of July Place your bets on which one dies The fox is killer, the fowl's a maniac They favor small faces to Fleetwood Mac Hey, hey Mama better let that gravy simmer Daddy gonna be a little late for dinner Feathers are flying all around the farm There's hell in the hen house and blood in the barn There's a shed out back where grandpa's been He's waitin for the south to rise again Don't light a match if you go inside Smells like hadacol and formaldehyde He's been in this world for a pretty long time Says 2 nickels ain't worth a dime He's slow as molasses, he's wrinkled and mean He don't like Yankees or lima beans Blackbird swiped him a pocket knife He don't care much for the neighbor's wife She called him a rube, a cracker and a menace Worst he ever was was a seventh day Adventist He fell in cahoots with a rock and roll band Turned up drunk and tattooed in Japan He couldn't commit wholly to the devil's side His ink reads six six five point nine Now back to the rooster and the damned old fox One of em's dead like a car on blocks Grandpa's a cussing and sister's bout to cry Blackbird said he was baked in a pie Yelling and a squawking and screaming and a bawling The phone is ringing, preacher is a calling Can't talk now there's a ruckus at the gate I guess salvation gonna have to wait

I got a job, and my name's Joe Spend my days at the Texaco Never show up late Never show up drunk 'Cause when I get half lit, I'm a loaded gun Made a couple of wrong turns, did county time I do everything I can to stay between the lines I got a couple of good buddies that all stop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle Some battles are fought on foreign shores And some are fought behind closed doors Some fall from grace Some lose their wings Some find the peace, salvation brings I got a couple of good buddies that all stop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle Here's to good days, here's to livin' And here's to old sins, being forgiven And a bunch of good buddies that all drop in Say "it's good to see you brother, man, how you been?" I can't complain, I'm doin' alright Sleepin' pretty good, staying dry Thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet Amen For how far I've come from, where I been So here's to good days, better tomorrows And a light, at the end of the bottle At the end of the bottle

There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go There is moonlight and moss in the trees Down the Seven Bridges Road Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child And I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved you wild Sometimes there's a part of me Has to turn from here and go Runnin' like a child from these warm stars Down the Seven Bridges Road There are stars in the southern sky And if e'er you decide you should go There is a taste of thyme-sweetened honey Down the Seven Bridges Road