Chicken

A couple with a chicken in a gunnysack
Walk a mile to the market down and old dirt track
Yes, a couple with a chicken in a gunnysack
The three set out, but only two come back

The woman and the chicken return alone
She says "That man, Frank, he's a rolling stone."
The woman and the chicken return alone
The woman eats the chicken and collects the bones

The finger bone is missing, but she can't tell
She throws the bones in the sack and throws the sack
Down the well
She calls "Come back, Frank, and find your wife."
When the sack hits the water it comes to life

The woman takes the handle and she turns the crank
Up comes the bucket and there sits Frank
He says "There's only one thing I don't understand."
He says "Where's the little finger of my left hand?"

Hiding, I've been hiding
I've been unable to return your call
From the valley of the shadow
Where the moon is small
Hiding, I've been hiding
Please remember me to one and all
In the valley of the shadow
Where the moon is small