Barnyard Chickens Lyrics by Logan Mize
Lighting up a smoke
Cutting logs for the wintertime
Soaking up the sunshine
Turtle dove on the barbed wire
Hands in the dirt
Diesel on my blue jeans
Fried bacon in the baked beans
Glass bottle in a koozie
Barnyard chickens pecking around
Dogs on the porch tomatoes in the ground
Corn comin up knee high July
Flat top picking on a rural route
Kids in town selling sweet lemonade
Ain’t and empty pew at the church on Sunday
You can call it podunk that’s fine
At least it’s something I can call mine
Clothes line in the yard
Screen door stays unlocked
Daisies in a flower pot
Left hand with a little rock
Don’t know what I did
For a pretty girl with some green eyes
And a another dream sickle sunrise
Ain’t we building us a good life
Barnyard chickens pecking around
Dogs on the porch tomatoes in the ground
Corn comin up knee high July
Flat top picking on a rural route
Kids in town selling sweet lemonade
Ain’t and empty pew at the church on Sunday
You can call it podunk that’s fine
At least it’s something I can call mine
I’ve tried chasing them jones’ before
Just to find that I don’t need nothin more than
Barnyard chickens pecking around
Dogs on the porch tomatoes in the ground
Corn comin up knee high July
Flat top picking on a rural route
Kids in town selling sweet lemonade
Ain’t and empty pew at the church on Sunday
You can call it podunk that’s fine
At least it’s something I can call mine
