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Gobblin' Tom Curd was the proudest old bird
Proudest old bird on planet earth
Had 95 feathers for every hen
Spurs made of iron and a crop full of lead
You could hear that turkey singing in the early morning spring
In the early morning spring, when the hills'd turn to green
The hens would all purr when he sharpened up his spurs
Boy, you never heard a bird as loud as Tom Curd
Gobblin' Tom Curd was the proudest old bird
Proudest old bird on planet earth
Had 95 feathers for every hen
Spurs made of iron and a crop full of lead
Old Tom Curd was the finest old cock
The finest old cock in the Danskin flock
He'd clamber through the pines like a fire in July
When he hollered through the forest all the girls'd go wild
Gobblin' Tom Curd was the proudest old bird
Proudest old bird on planet earth
Had 95 feathers for every hen
Spurs made of iron and a crop full of lead
Old Tom would get to struttin, boy, it didn't take him nothing
Before the hens a-come a-cluckin' and beaten their wings
They'd ooh and they'd ahh at the king of their flock
Put a coma in a hawk with the flap of his wings
Gobblin' Tom Curd was the proudest old bird
Proudest old bird on planet earth
Had 95 feathers for every hen
Spurs made of iron and a crop full of lead
Old Tom Curd was the meanest old gobbler
The meanest old gobbler in Slide Gulch Holler
Jakes would try and dance, but they didn't stand a chance
Against his 10-inch kickers and his nickel-plated pants
Gobblin' Tom Curd was the proudest old bird
Proudest old bird on planet earth
Had 95 feathers for every hen
Spurs made of iron and a crop full of lead
That proud old bird in the Danskin forests
Sang out his chorus with a gobble and a cluck
Til one day came on Opening Day'
When the hens came clucking proud Tom (bleep) up
Gobblin Tom Curd was the proudest old bird
Proudest old bird I ever did heard
Put his 95 feathers above my bed
Tied his spurs to the mantle, filled his ego full of lead
Gobblin Tom Curd was the proudest old bird
Proudest old bird I ever did heard
Put his 95 feathers above my bed
Tied his spurs to the mantle, filled his ego full of lead