Lyrics

Now Listen to me Neighbor
I've Got a Tale to Tell
I'll Be Quick but I'll be Sure
To Tell it Very Well

We Called him Old Dick Potter
When I Was Just a Kid
Just Listen Close, and I'll Explain Exactly What He Did
Old Dick Potter was a Chicken Picker
Down in Arkansas
And all he had was just one old cot
To rest his weary bones

Old Dick Potter
The Chicken Plucker
Plucked them Chickens Everyday
Old Dick Potter the Chicken Plucker
We he Plucked his Life Away

Starvation wages old dick worked for nearly all his Life
He didn't have a family
Cause couldn't afford a wife

Old Dick Potter
The Chicken Plucker
Plucked them Chickens Everyday
Old Dick Potter the Chicken Plucker
We he Plucked his Life Away

His work was hard and his life was short
He didn't have no fun
The winter snow came through his roof
Just like the summer sun

Old Dick Potter
The Chicken Plucker
Plucked them Chickens Everyday
Old Dick Potter the Chicken Plucker
We he Plucked his Life Away

Well, one day old Dick got sick, and was just about ready to die
When the Travelin' Preacher came
He said Dick?
All I can tell you is you ought to get right with the lord
He then began to describe the Glories of heaven
And all the heat of hell
When he finished his little talk
He said now Dick?
Which one of these places would you rather go?

Old Dick run his fingers through his stubby whiskers
Scratched his head and said, well I'll tell you parsons

I've been just an old chicken plucker all my life
And either one that you chose parsons I'm sure will be alright
As a matter of fact I've worked and froze nearly all of my life
So I'll take the one that's got the heat so I can sleep at night