Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens
by 
Alex Kramer 
Joan Whitney 
recording of 1999 
from 
Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan (MCA 12042) 
One night farmer Brown was takin' the air 
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care 
Down in the hen house something stirred 
When he shouted, "Who's there?" 
This is what he heard 
There ain't nobody here but us chickens 
There ain't nobody here at all 
So calm yourself and stop that fuss 
There ain't nobody here but us 
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in 
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, with your chin 
There ain't nobody here but us chickens 
There ain't nobody here at all 
You're stompin' around and shakin' the ground 
Kicking up an awful dust 
We chickens tryin' to sleep and you butt in 
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin 
Tomorrow is a busy day 
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay 
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch 
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch 
Oh, there ain't nobody here but us chickens 
There ain't nobody here at all 
So quiet yourself and stop that fuss 
There ain't nobody here but us 
Kindly point the gun the other way 
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay 
Tomorrow is a busy day 
We got things to do, we got eggs to lay 
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch 
It takes a lot of sittin', gettin' chicks to hatch 
Oh, there ain't nobody here but us chickens 
There ain't nobody here at all 
So quiet yourself and stop that fuss 
There ain't nobody here but us 
Kindly point the gun the other way 
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay 
Hey, hey boss man, what do you say? 
It's easy, pickin's, there ain't nobody here but us chickens