Have you ever, in the middle of the city, been awakened at 4 am by the insistent sound of a rooster crowing, and then, half-asleep, listened to it for the next two hours, by your watch, and yet been unsure in the cold light of day, despite the presence in your head of the inevitable Bob Dylan song, of whether the whole thing really happened at all? I kept asking myself today why I was so tired, and then saying to myself, "Oh yeah, the rooster!"
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Probably relevant here also The Red Rooster, written by Willie Dixon, q.v., and released by Howlin' Wolf in 1962, banned (as a cover by the Rolling Stones) for a time in U.S.:
The Red Rooster
Howling Wolf
I have a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for day
I have a little red rooster, too lazy to crow for day
Keep everything in the barnyard, upset in every way
Oh the dogs begin to bark,
and the hound begin to howl
Oh the dogs begin to bark, hound begin to howl
Ooh watch out strange kind people,
Cause little red rooster is on the prowl
If you see my little red rooster, please drag him home
If you see my little red rooster, please drag him home
There ain't no peace in the barnyard,
Since the little red rooster been gone
Willie Dixon
Hello Jane.
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