Songs For My Own Enjoyment: Chicken In Black



Chicken In Black
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{linkhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DTP9__vi3d4  
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For two long years my head hurt bad  
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So a doctor checked me an he shook his head  
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He said I'm sorry to tell you  
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But your body's outlived your brain  
He said I know this doctor in New York, son  
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And he'll fix you right up with a brand new one  
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So the head doctor met me  
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When I stepped down off of the train.  
   
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He said we had this bank robber killed last night  
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His body's shot but his brain's alright  
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I'll give you a transplant, boy  
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And you'll be OK  
I got my new brain in and I was feelin' great  
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I went right back to Nashville with no headache  
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But something strange happened  
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When I walked in the bank one day.  
   
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I said stick 'em up ever'body I'm robbin' this place  
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Drop all of your money in my guitar case  
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Don't nobody move and don't nobody reach for that door  
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A lady said, why you're Johnny Cash  
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I said no ma'am, I'm the Manhattan Flash  
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And I am the best bank robber in New York.  
   
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Now the other night Roy Acuff called me  
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He said John I'd like for you to do the Opry  
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So I went out on the stage, but I couldn't sing  
I got into a half a verse of 'I Walk The Line'  
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And something snapped in this head of mine  
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I yelled stick 'em up -  
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Give me your money, your watches and rings.  
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Key change
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Well, I called New York and talked to that brain quack  
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And said Doc I gotta have my old brain back  
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He said I'm sorry there, Mr. Cash, but I can't do that  
He said I put your brain in a chicken last monday  
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He's singing your songs and makin' lots of money  
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And I got him signed to a ten-year recording con-tract.  
   
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Now friends if you see me walkin' down the street  
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Remember what you see ain't necessarily me  
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And if I try to hold you up, don't pay me no mind  
But when you got ten bucks that you can blow  
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You oughta catch that Johnny Chicken show  
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He's doin' fairs and concert dates  
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All up and down the line.  
   
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I said stick 'em up ever'body I'm robbin' this place  
     Bb                                   
Drop all of your money in my guitar case  
      Eb                                          F7    
Don't nobody move and don't nobody reach for that door  
  Bb                                 
A lady said, why you're Johnny Cash  
       Eb                                 
I said no ma'am, I'm the Manhattan Flash  
      F7                             Bb     
And I am the best bank robber in New York.  
   
TALK:  
Well, I don't pay any income tax...  
You don't pay tax on money you steal...  
You oughta catch that Johnny Chicken show...  
Chicken In Black! hmmmmmmmm!  
   

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