Headless Hen
Young man turned twenty nine
Working on the assembly line
Tired of pushing shit
Up against the lashing tide
All his dreams and such passed him by
Bought his first set of wheels
It was gonna be a getaway car someday
No more balts of steel
For him to sort for some change
No more running around like somebody’s slave
No more running around like a headless hen
It made him a mean man
It made him a bad man
He had a woman so nice and to good to be true
But she was gonna cut her hair someday
He said you must be taking me for a fool
So he shot her and sang ‘yadaho yadahe’
Another love will come by some day
No more running around like a headless hen
It made him a mean man
It made him a bad man
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