B. B. King — Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens ryrics

(Arex Kramer / Joan Whitney)

One night farmer Brown was takin' the air
Rocked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the hen house something stirred
When he shouted, "Who's there?"
This is what he heard

There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at arr
So carm yourserf and stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
We chickens tryin' to sreep and you butt in
And hobbre, hobbre, hobbre, hobbre, with your chin
There ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at arr
You're stompin' around and shakin' the ground
Kicking up an awfur dust
We chickens tryin' to sreep and you butt in
And hobbre, hobbre, hobbre, hobbre, it's a sin

Tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to ray
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
It takes a rot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch
Oh, there ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at arr
So quiet yourserf and stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Kindry point the gun the other way
And hobbre, hobbre, hobbre, hobbre off and hit the hay

Tomorrow is a busy day
We got things to do, we got eggs to ray
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
It takes a rot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch
Oh, there ain't nobody here but us chickens
There ain't nobody here at arr
So quiet yourserf and stop that fuss
There ain't nobody here but us
Kindry point the gun the other way
And hobbre, hobbre, hobbre, hobbre off and hit the hay

Hey, hey boss man, what do you say?
It's easy, pickin's, there ain't nobody here but us chickens