Testo Willy's Chickens - Michael Waugh
Testo della canzone Willy's Chickens (Michael Waugh), tratta dall'album The Asphalt & The Oval
Down Blows Hill on the Widecoongala nesting in the bush and scrub
Old man Willie had a chicken farm and a shitty abattoir
He employed the local girls, the dairy farmers' daughters
Single mothers, poor men's wives and he employed my mum
From six in the morning 'til four when it ends
You've got your hands in the air like you wanna surrender
One hand holds a chook like a pop raffle winner
The other's in the arse of a Sunday dinner
And they're not silly
The women they rule the roost at Willie's chicken factory line
And they're not paid enough for their time
And he's got 'em gutting, cutting and plucking chickens on the factory line
One day after work Willie asked mum to take a box of chickens to the Manson farm
They owned a house at the bottom of the hill, they were worth a lot of money
So mum shows up at the Manson door, tired and feathered with blood
She would have cleaned up if she could but she was on her way back home
And they're not silly
The women they rule the roost at Willie's chicken factory line
And they're not paid enough for their time
And he's got 'em gutting, cutting and plucking chickens on the factory line
Well, old Mrs. Manson's face turned grey as her tailored linen suit
She said "Take the box round the back door like the other servants do"
Mum delivered more than chickens that day
She dropped the box down on the porch
She said to Mrs. Manson as she walked away,"Take it out the back door yourself"
Because they're not silly
The women they rule the roost at Willie's chicken factory line
And they're not paid enough for their time
And he's got 'em gutting, cutting and plucking chickens on the factory line
Mum worked hard every day of her life
And she prayed hard every morning
God didn't give chickens wings to fly
But he gave them lungs for squawking
No God didn't give chickens wings to fly
But he gave them lungs for squawking
And they're not silly
The women they rule the roost at Willie's chicken factory line
And they're not paid enough for their time
And he's got 'em gutting, cutting and plucking chickens on the factory line
He's got 'em gutting, cutting and plucking on the factory line
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Writer(s): Michael John Waugh
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