Pheasant Plucker's Son Lyrics

I'm not a pheasant plucker,
I'm a pheasant plucker's son.
And I'm sittin' pluckin' pheasants
Til the pheasant plucker comes.

Well my daddy was a poor man
He worked hard to earn his pay.
I went out a'shootin' pheasants
Which he sat and plucked all day.
I don't wanna end up like him,

Plucking pheasants til I'm dead.
Gotta find another way
To earn me bread.

Birds are flying overhead most of the day
Gotta find a target just to make me way

Tried to be an entertainer, be a joker or a clown.
But the folks who came to see me,
They just had to put me down.
Tried to be an undertaker
But I don't like wearin' black.
There must be another way
To earn me whack.

Birds are flyin' overhead most of the day.
Gotta find a target just to make me way.

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