Jim Guthrie - Turn Musician
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An honest farmer once had an ass
That had been a faithful servant
To him many years
But now it was growing old
And every day more
Was unfit to work

Therefore his master thought
He'd put him down
It was an ugly thought
That he'd put him down
But the ass knew what was up
He'd seen that look before
And went so slyly off

His journey to the city
Would begin
Where he thought
I may turn musician

On his way he found a troubled dog
Troubled cause his master
Tried to knock him on the head

Alas, said the ass
Let's begin
Where in the city
We'll turn musician

Don't be a chicken
Turn Musician
Don't be a cow
Rock now

Don't be a chicken
Turn Musician
Don't be a cow
Rock now

Don't be a chicken
Turn Musician