well i was born in a small border town and i left home at a young age and headed on down and i started walking following a white line i was on the side of a wild rush end freeway with one pair of clothes and nothing else to my name when a lorry would pass i would pick myself up with a new coat of grit and a fresh layer of dust i was dirty fully covered and just when the dirt started stinging my eyes and i couldnt decide the ground from the sky a man pulled over and offered a ride so i took it i ran right over and i got in his truck and sat perfectly still and he said i just gotta stop off at the mill i said you can take me wherever you will and i asked him what do they call you and he answered chicken bill they call me chicken bill well on account of the dirt he thought i was a man and he reached out his mint and he shook my filthy hand he said boy i got me a farm round the bend and i could sure use the help if you got time to land catching chickens chopping their head off locking them up all right run around so i worked for old bill and his beautiful wife who would cook up a chicken for us every night and just when i thought everything was alright he sat me down he said im skipping town going around and i said how could you live such a woman behind then the look on his face helped me open my eyes and for the first time i saw chicken bills other side he sat down beside me all nervous and shy and he told me the real story of chicken bill