Cows With Guns

Intro: Am , G , Am (2x)

Am
Fat and docile, big and dumb
They look so stupid, they aren't 
much fun
G      Am
Cows aren't fun
Am
They eat to grow, grow to die
Die to be et at the hamburger fry
G     Am
Cows well done
Am
Nobody thunk it, nobody knew
No one imagined the great cow guru
G    Am
Cows are one
Am
He hid in the forest, read books 
with great zeal
He loved Che Guevera, a 
revolutionary veal
G    Am
Cow Tse Tongue
Am
He spoke about justice, but nobody 
stirred
He felt like an outcast, alone in 
the herd
G    Am
Cow dol-drums
Am
He mooed we must fight, escape or 
we'll die
Cows gathered around, cause the 
steaks were so high
G    Am
Bad cow pun
Am
But then he was captured, stuffed 
into a crate
Loaded onto a truck, where he rode 
to his fate
G    Am
Cows are bummed
Am
He was a scrawny calf, who looked 
rather woozy
No one suspected he was packing an 
Uzi
G     Am
Cows with guns
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Am
They came with a needle to stick in 
his thigh
He kicked for the groin, he pissed 
in their eye
G    Am
Cow well hung
Am
Knocked over a tractor and ran for 
the door
Six gallons of gas flowed out on the
 floor
G     Am
Run cows run!
Am
He picked up a bullhorn and jumped 
up on the hay
We are free roving bovines, we run 
free today


    F              C
We will fight for bovine freedom
  E             Am
And hold our large heads high
    F             C        E
We will run free with the Buffalo, 
or die
     Am   G , Am
Cows with guns


Am
They crashed the gate in a great 
stampede
Tipped over a milk truck, torched 
all the feed
G     Am
Cows have fun
Am
Sixty police cars were piled in a 
heap
Covered in cow pies, covered up deep
G     Am
Much cow dung
Black smoke rising, darkening the 
day
Twelve burning McDonalds, have it 
your way


    F              C
We will fight for bovine freedom
  E             E
And hold our large heads high
    F             C        E
We will run free with the Buffalo, 
or die
     Am    G , Am
Cows with guns


Am
The President said
"enough is enough These uppity 
cattle, its time to get tough"
G    Am
Cow dung flung
Am
The newspapers gloated, folks sighed
 with relief
Tomorrow at noon, they would all be 
ground beef
G    Am
Cows on buns
Am
The cows were surrounded, they 
waited and prayed
They mooed their last moos, they 
chewed their last hay
G    Am
Cows out gunned
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The order was given to turn cows to 
whoppers
Enforced by the might of ten 
thousand coppers
But on the horizon surrounding the 
shoppers
Came the deafening roar of chickens 
in choppers


    F              C
We will fight for bovine freedom
  E             Am
And hold our large heads high
    F             C        E
We will run free with the Buffalo, 
or die
     Am    G , Am
Cows with guns