Count Your Chickens
Eric Corne, Mark Chalecki
You and your dog been trying to make a fool outta me
You got your voodoo dolls and your needles and your devious schemes
Go Count your chickens, dear
I think the fox is near
Whispering tall tails into your ear
Truths like water
It’s always tryin to get out
But it’s getting hotter
And we’re in a drought
Go Count your chickens, dear
I think the fox is near
Whispering tall tails into your ear
Little lamb
Don’t seem to fit well in those clothes
It’s a thin disguise
Everyone knows
Go Count your chickens dear
I think the fox is near
Go Count your chickens dear
Because the fox is near
Whispering tall tails into your ear