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