Momma killed a chicken
And she gave me a wing
She thought I'd been a-workin'
But I hadn't done a thing


All day I been a-beggin' her
To let me go a-fishin' 
She said for me to get to work
And just keep on a-wishin'


Brother's a-pokin' fun at me
He says I'm actin' crazy
They ain't nothin' wrong with me
Ceptin' that I'm lazy


I like settin' on the creek bank
Throw my line right in the water
Momma caught me a-sneakin' off
And said I hadn't oughta


I try to mind my Momma
By doin' all my chores
The fish is probably bitin'
And I can't go outdoors


I guess I take my lazy ways
From my Poppa and his Pa
They never could hold down a job
Lessin' the women laid down the law


When I'm grown and have my way
That's when I'll get my wish
My old lady'll do all the work
Whilst I set on the bank and fish


Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
June 24, 2007
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