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In the city of Key West there are hundreds, maybe thousands, of feral chicken allowed to roam the city.  These birds are protected from molestation by law.  One day I watched a tourist stalking a chicken and how the police acousted the stalker and issue him a warning.  I wondered what would happen if someone happened upon a dead bird as the police came by.

Lyrics:

                                                  
Dead Chicken
Phil Schneider (ASCAP)
© 2010

She told me it was over; she asked me to leave.
I stepped out on her front porch on Eton Street.
I should-a gone home but I was in a deep funk,
So, I decided to stop some place so I could get drunk.
I headed over towards Duval.
It was just a few blocks to all
The lights and people and a lot of bars.
I stopped at the corner to wait for some cars.
As I stood there waitin’ it started to pour.
“That’s great!” I said and asked, “What more?”
And as if Mother Nature was tryin’ to explain,
I spied a dead chicken, in the gutter, in the rain.

Chorus:  Sometimes life serves up peaches and cream;
 Sometimes the answers to all of your dreams.
 Sometimes oysters, caviar and French champagne;
 Or, sometimes, just a dead chicken, in the gutter, in the rain!

A cop rolled up and I heard
Him ask what I had done to that sacred bird.
I told I had an alibi.
He didn’t believe me; said it was a lie.
I was taken in but was able to make bail.
Now I really needed my favorite cocktail.
As I stood at the bar I had to contemplate
How my life had been effected by that dead bird’s fate.  
I’d lost my "chick" and to boot
Two weeks pay.  That’ll be hard to re-"coop".
Then there’s the matter of my self esteem,
If you know "egg"-sactly what I mean!(Chorus)