| Song | Henhouse |
| Artist | Ray Wylie Hubbard |
| Album | The Grifter's Hymnal |
| Tear a lying tongue out by its rootsfeed it to the mice round the chicken coupsister come a running to sound the alarmthere's hell in the hen house and blood in the barn | |
| Now a damn fox does what a damn fox doessneaking and a stealing and looking for a buzzand the rooster is a devil with talons and a combwhen the sun comes up he don't crow, he moans | |
| The fireworks stared on the fourth of | |
| Julyplace your bets on which one diesthe fox is killer, the fowl's a maniacthey favor small faces to | |
| Fleetwood | |
| Machey, hey | |
| Mama better let that gravy simmer | |
| Daddy gonna be a little late for dinnerfeathers are flying all around the farmthere’s hell in the hen house and blood in the barn | |
| There's a shed out back where grandpa's beenhe's waitin for the south to rise againdon't light a match if you go insidesmells like hadacol and formaldehyde | |
| He's been in this world for a pretty long timesays 2 nickels ain't worth a dimehe's slow as molasses, he’s wrinkled and meanhe don't like | |
| Yankees or lima beans | |
| Blackbird swiped him a pocket knifehe don't care much for the neighbor's wifeshe called him a rube, a cracker and a menaceworst he ever was was a seventh day | |
| AdventistHe fell in cahoots with a rock and roll bandturned up drunk and tattooed in | |
| Japanhe couldn't commit wholly to the devil's sidehis ink reads six six five point nine | |
| Now back to the rooster and the damned old foxone of em's dead like a car on blocks | |
| Grandpa's a cussing and sister's bout to cryblackbird said he was baked in a pie | |
| Yelling and a squawking and screaming and a bawlingthe phone is ringing, preacher is a callingcan't talk now there's a ruckus at the gate | |
| I guess salvation gonna have to wait |
| Tear a lying tongue out by its rootsfeed it to the mice round the chicken coupsister come a running to sound the alarmthere' s hell in the hen house and blood in the barn | |
| Now a damn fox does what a damn fox doessneaking and a stealing and looking for a buzzand the rooster is a devil with talons and a combwhen the sun comes up he don' t crow, he moans | |
| The fireworks stared on the fourth of | |
| Julyplace your bets on which one diesthe fox is killer, the fowl' s a maniacthey favor small faces to | |
| Fleetwood | |
| Machey, hey | |
| Mama better let that gravy simmer | |
| Daddy gonna be a little late for dinnerfeathers are flying all around the farmthere' s hell in the hen house and blood in the barn | |
| There' s a shed out back where grandpa' s beenhe' s waitin for the south to rise againdon' t light a match if you go insidesmells like hadacol and formaldehyde | |
| He' s been in this world for a pretty long timesays 2 nickels ain' t worth a dimehe' s slow as molasses, he' s wrinkled and meanhe don' t like | |
| Yankees or lima beans | |
| Blackbird swiped him a pocket knifehe don' t care much for the neighbor' s wifeshe called him a rube, a cracker and a menaceworst he ever was was a seventh day | |
| AdventistHe fell in cahoots with a rock and roll bandturned up drunk and tattooed in | |
| Japanhe couldn' t commit wholly to the devil' s sidehis ink reads six six five point nine | |
| Now back to the rooster and the damned old foxone of em' s dead like a car on blocks | |
| Grandpa' s a cussing and sister' s bout to cryblackbird said he was baked in a pie | |
| Yelling and a squawking and screaming and a bawlingthe phone is ringing, preacher is a callingcan' t talk now there' s a ruckus at the gate | |
| I guess salvation gonna have to wait |