Yeah man, this is Bushy One String
The only one-string guitarist
In and around the world.
Seen?
I am what I am...
I am today, the I that I am.
Exclusive.
Cho!
Watch this!
Hey, you know my name is Brushy One String
You know?
I’ve been to San Francisco, that’s where
I see my friend Poncho,
he said “Hey one-string, there’s something
you got to know, you
know”
I said, yeah?
when we are back on our saddles
and our horses where we go,
We sing this old country song like this...
Chicken in the corn
and the corn can't grow, mamma
when chicken in the corn
and the corn can't grow
when chicken in the corn
say the corn can't grow, mamma
when chicken in the corn
so the corn can't grow
On my way to San Francisco
where I buck my friend
and his name was Poncho
He said one string
there's something you got to know
when we are back on our saddles
and our horses
where we go
we sing this
Chicken in the corn
and the corn can't grow, mamma
when chicken in the corn
say the corn can't grow
when chicken in the corn
and the corn can't grow, mamma
when chicken in the corn
So the corn can't grow
Don't need to brag
no need to boast
I can rock you from a pillow
to post to post
When the music's nice
we play them twice
While the girls are screaming out like mice
My name is Brushy
I'm the king of swing
To rap your music
and to let you sing
Now it doesn't really matter what the people
wanna say
I rap my music night and day
Rock my music night and day.
When chicken in the corn
say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
say the corn can't grow
No, no, no!
chicken in the corn
Say the corn can't grow, mamma
When chicken in the corn
say the corn can't grow
when chicken in the corn
and the corn can't grow, mamma
when chicken in the corn
say the corn can't grow, when chicken in the corn
say the corn can't grow, mamma
when chicken in the corn
say the corn can't grow
Don't need to brag
no need to boast
I can rock you from a pillow
to post to post
When the music's nice
we play them twice
While the girls are screaming out like mice
My name is Brushy
I'm the king of swing
Just to rap your music
and to let you sing
Now it doesn't really matter what the people
wanna say
I rap my music night and day
Rock them night and day.
When chicken in the corn
and the corn can't grow, mamma
when chicken in the corn
Ohh ahh
Yeah, eh, yo!
Get the chicken out ya corn, y’all
Get the chicken out ya corn, y’all
Chicken in the corn
And the corn can't grow!
