Chords for Roho "The Rooster Song" By Wayne Martin

[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ The name is Stu Fowler. _ _ _
I'm a rooster.
_ _ _ I bite, you know, I reckon.
I'm _ bitin'.
_ I come from Texas across the garden sand, I wet my feathers and the real grand.
_ _ _ I'm hobblin' grand for him and him now.
I pull that table loose, the rooster howls, oh, oh. _
_ _ _ It's mid-afternoon and the sand in the tree,
so the little town calls the way home to retreat. _
_ _ I scrub down the street, get to the top of the wall.
_ I crow for Rojo to come out and talk.
_ _ _ _ Down the street a can of tennis stood,
_ and it signed red, the little grand damn nestle.
_ _ I could see that was a long honky-tonk.
I could hear foul language comin' out of the honky-tonk. _ _ _ _ _ _
Out of that honky-tonk and up to Rojo's side
comes a pretty good dance-hall tackler, Noelle.
Her name was Nasty Cluster, the southern fried chicken duster.
_ And gosh, but she is pretty.
I like to run my hands through that red foam of hers.
_ _ [G] Now, old Rojo's fame is [Gm] stretched from any mouth,
but old Stu fell in here to put old Ben and Greg's heads out.
_ His fur is long, his eyes are [G] green,
and none of their talk I never seen.
_ [Gm] _ But I know his weakness.
_ _ He got mean while he [G] was in Penn.
But I know his weakness.
That's hens and jens.
_ _ _ Rojo comes in, means a naked [Gm] long run.
The people gather around to watch the fun.
Bird to bird and beak to beak,
I face [G] Rojo hard, my heart gets weak.
I crow and jump and [Gm] strut about.
Then I take off in a run. _ _