Pheasant Plucker’s Son Songtext
von The Wurzels

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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