Chicken Bill

Well I was born in a small border town

And I left home at a young age

And headed on down

And I started walking

Following a white line

I was on the side of a wild rush end freeway

With one pair of clothes

And nothing else to my name

When a lorry would pass

I would pick myself up with

A new coat of grit

And a fresh layer of dust

I was dirty

Fully covered

And just when the dirt started stinging my eyes

And I couldn't decipher the ground from the sky

A man pulled over and offered a ride

So I took it

I ran right over

And I got in his truck and sat perfectly still

And he said, "I just gotta stop off at the mill"

I said, "You can take me wherever you will"

And I asked him, "What do they call you?"

And he answered, "Chicken Bill

They call me Chicken Bill" (Chicken Bill)

Well, on account of the dirt

He thought I was a man

And he reached out his mit

And he shook my filthy hand

He said, "Boy, I got me a farm 'round the bend

And I could sure use the help

If you got time to land

Catching chickens

Chopping their heads off

Locking them up"

All right, run around

So I worked for old Bill and his beautiful wife

Who would cook up a chicken for us every night

And just when I thought everything was alright

He sat me down

He said, "I'm skipping town"

"Going 'round and 'round"

And I said, "How could you live such a woman behind?"

Then the look on his face helped me open my eyes

And for the first time I saw Chicken Bill's other side

He sat down beside me all nervous and shy

And he told me

The real story

Of Chicken Bill