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[Intro] It was the nicest little whorehouse you ever saw It  lay about a mile outside the city limits Sheriff  Jack Roy Wallace picked it out for Miss Wulla Jean in 1910 And she moved there with her girls From over the hardware store on Main Street [Verse] Oh,  the little house lay in the green Texas glade Where  the trees were as coolin' as fresh lemonade Soft summer wind had a trace of perfume And  a fan was turnin' in every room [Chorus] Twenty fans-a turnin', they were turnin' Twenty fans-a turnin' in every room Fevers were a-burnin', they were burnin' And  they had to have a way to cool down [Interlude] Right from the beginning, the little house was kind of special Like a home away from home Miss Wulla Jean put a Pianola in the parlor to sorta help break the ice A feller could ask a girl to dance Or if he held back a little, she'd ask him And pretty soon they'd get a little business goin' Two dollars worth It wasn't long before the place became one of the better-known pleasure palaces in all of Texas So much so that the fellers who visited during World War I Sent their sons back in World War II The hospitality and friendliness never changed And neither did Miss Wulla Jean's strict set of rules She liked her ladies, as she called 'em To treat her customers real good But never in an unladylike way And she insisted that each girl check her gentleman for the clap And wash him off with soap and warm water Some of the fellers claimed that was the best part, ooh-wee! It was only during the Hoover depression that the little house Had a spell of tough times Miss Wulla jean put in a jukebox to spark up business But it wasn't always easy in them days to come up with hard cash So for a while, as the story goes The girls began accepting poultry in trade One bird, one lay And that's how the place got its name, The Chicken Ranch [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Twenty fans-a turnin', they were turnin' Twenty fans-a turnin' in every room Fevers were a-burnin', they were burnin' And they had to have a way to cool down [Post-Chorus] Twenty fans-a hummin', they were hummin' Twenty fans-a hummin' in every room Customers were comin', they were comin' And they had to have a way to cool down [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] Twenty fans-a turnin', they were turnin' Twenty fans-a turnin' in every room Fevers were a-burnin', they were burnin' And they had to have a way to cool down [Outro] I'm comin', I'm comin' I wanna thank You I wanna thank You, Jesus