[Verse] Out at the break of mornin', before the world would stir, There'd be a sound a-callin', from roosters gone unsure. Feathers ruffled in the daylight, but their reign's a little worn, They never led the coop, just a faded spur forlorn. [Verse 2] Old Hank he'd crow at sunrise, though he never found the beat, We'd laugh behind the barn, 'cause he'd trip over his own feet. Big Red was a mean son, pecked at kids all day, But lost his place in the lineup, now he’s off chagrined and gray. [Chorus] Oh, these faded spurs and forgotten calls, Roosters of the farm, who tripped and stalled, Ain't no heroes in the hen house, just barnyard boors, Livin' out their days by the old farm doors. [Verse 3] Larry once tried to lead them, but his waddle was too tight, He'd strut around in circles, till the fox laughed out of sight. Least ol' Hank could crow loud, but no one took his lead, Now they’re just old stories on a farm that’s gone to seed. [Verse 4] There was Larry, Red, and Hank, roosters of no great renown, Pickin' fights with worms and shadows, struttin' up and down. We'd shoo them off, we’d shun them, but in truth, we still did care, They were the poems of our mornings, though now, they’re seldom there. [Bridge] In the twilight of the rooster, life ain’t nothing but a jest, Faded spurs on dusty rebels, failed in their feathery quest. The sun'll rise tomorrow, a brand new dawn will dawn, But these old barnyard jesters, their tales will still live on.
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