Ghost Chickens in the Sky
(To the tune of Ghost Riders in the Sky by Stan Jones)
A chicken farmer ventured out
One dark and dreary day
He rested by the chicken coup
As he went on his way
All at once a rotten egg
Hit him in the eye
It was a fearful site
Ghost chickens in the sky
He’d been a chicken farmer
Since he was twenty-four
Workin’ for the Colonel
For thirty years or more
Killin’ all them chickens
And sending them to fry
Now they want revenge
Ghost chickens in the sky
Don’t try to understand them
Their brains do not exist
The farmer learned the hard way
It’s futile to resist
They chased him over fields
And mountains rising high
There’s no escaping from
Ghost chickens in the sky
Their beaks were black and shiny
Their eyes were burnin’ red
They had no meat or feathers
These chickens all were dead
They raised up the old farmer
And he died by the claw
They cooked him extra crispy
And served him with cole slaw