All of My Chickens

ALL OF MY CHICKENS greg champion

I could hide I could run, it would be no use

I’m not gonna offer up one excuse

it’s yours against my version of the truth

all of my chickens...are coming home to roost

I dreamed you were the hangman holding the noose

 you, judge and jury, and me the accused

 where I can’t win and you can’t lose

all of my chickens...are coming home to roost

you say this and I say that

you say what and I say but

smells like someone is cooking my goose

all of my chickens... are coming home to roost

my heart & my head been battered and bruised

when the tide turns what can you do

soon as I look away you set the hounds loose

all of my chickens... are coming home to roost

you say this and I say that

you say what and I say but

smells like someone is cooking my goose

all of my chickens... are coming home to roost