Mississippi John Hurt - Chicken Lyrics

Oh, chicken, chicken, you can't roost too high for me.
Chicken, chicken, come on outta' that tree.

Chicken, chicken, chicken, you can't roost too high for me.

C is the way we begin.
H to make the letter hen.
I am the way.
C when the seasons are grey.
K is to fill him in.
E I'm near the end.

C-H-I-C-K-E-N

That's the way to spell chicken.