Name: Chicken Train
Duration: 3 min 10 s
Channel: Paula K. Lynch & Superchicken
Description: The sinister tale of a mysterious "Chicken Train" that haunts the backwoods of Tennessee. A rare glimpse of my wretched vocals. There's a story behind this one.

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The sinister tale of a mysterious "Chicken Train" that haunts the backwoods of Tennessee. A rare glimpse of my wretched vocals. There's a story behind this one.

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Paula Lynch

Celtic, classical, & world music often infused with a rock flair. Silly music infused with a stupid flair.

Song Info

Genre

Podcasts • Comedy

Charts

Peak #19

Peak in subgenre #8

Author

Paula K. Lynch & Superchicken

Rights

Paula K. Lynch

Uploaded

December 02, 2004

Track Files

MP3

MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:10

Story behind the song

My uncle Kenny was clowning around c. 1980 and quipped, "Chicken Train... bwoook bwoook." And a legend was born. Yes, I was all of ten when I penned this horror. (Dedicated to my beloved uncle, Kenny Richard Lynch, who died in 1982 at around age 21.)  Hear a sad old cassette clip of sister Steph and me around age 10 playing it here.  Ain't we cute?  I'm on pathetic guitar, Steph is on tambourine.  We both sound like we were on acid.  You can hear how little I changed it.

Lyrics

In Tennessee in an old wooden shack
There lived a man by the name of Mack
He retired there in '64
And opened up a candy store.

In the evening he sat on his porch in a chair
And children gathered 'round from everywhere
From all parts the children eagerly came
To hear his tales of the… Chicken Train.

REF:
It passed like a shadow but the sounds were clear
Clucks were heard as it drew near
None of the town folks knew its name
They just know it as the Chicken Train.

You could see its shadow at the break of dawn
In an instant it's there, in an instant it's gone
From the peak of the mountain you could see it go
Past the coal yards where the rivers flow.

The wheels would grind with an evil sound
The sound echoed for miles around
The cry of the chickens' clucks grew faint
And out of sight went the Chicken Train.

REF.

RUBBISH TO END.