The Old Cow Man
Don Edwards
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D I rode across a valley rangeG D I hadn't seen for yearsD The trail was all so spoilt and strangeA It nearly fetched the tearsD I had to let ten fences downG D The fussy lanes ran wrongD And each new line would make me frownA G And hum this mournin' songD [Chorus]G G D Mhm, hear 'em stretchin' of the wireD The urban brand is on the landA I reckon I'll retireD While progress toots her greedy hornG D And makes her motor buzzD I thanks the Lord I wasn't bornA G D No later than I was [Verse]D 'Twas good to live when all the sodG D Without no fence or fussD Belonged in partnership with GodContinúa después del anuncioA Mother Nature and to usD Where skyline bounds from east to westG D And room to go and comeD I loved my fellow man the bestA G D When he was scattered some [Chorus]G G Mhm, closer and closer crawls theD wireD There's hardly place to step awayA And call a man a liarD Their house has locks on every doorG D Their land is in a crateD These ain't the plains of God no moreA G D They're only real estate [Verse]D When my old soul hunts range and restG D Beyond the last divideD Just plant me in some stretch of WestA Sunny, lone and wideD Let cattle rub the tombstone roundG D And coyotes mourn their kinD Let horses come and paw the moun'A G D But don't you fence it in [Chorus]G G D Mhm, far and farther flings the wireD To crowd and pinch another inchA It's all their heart's desireD The world is overstocked with menG D And some will see the dayD When each must keep his little penA G But I'll be far away [Verse]G G D Mhm Mhm MhmD MhmA MhmD While progress toots her greedy hornG D And makes her motor buzzD I thanks the Lord I wasn't bornA G No later than I was