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Cows With Guns - Dana Lyons [Intro] (Am) (G) (Am) x2 Am Fat and docile, big and dumb, They look so stupid, they aren't much fun Am G Am Cows aren't fun Am They eat to grow, grow to die, Die to be et at the hamburger fry Am G Am Cows well done Am Nobody thunk it, nobody knew, No one imagined the great cow guru Am G Am Cows are one Am He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal, He loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal Am G Am Cow Tse Tongue Am He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred, He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd Am 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 Am 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 Am G Am Cows are bummed Am He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy, No one suspected he was packing an Uzi Am G Am Cows with guns Am They came with a needle to stick in his thigh, He kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye Am G Am Cow well hung Am Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door, Six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor Am G Am Run Cows run! NC He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay We are free roving bovines we run free today |Chorus: | F C E7 Am |We will fight for bovine freedom, And hold our large heads high | F C E7 Am |We will run free with the Buffalo, or die, Cows with guns [G] [Am] Am They crashed the gate in a great stampede, Tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed Am G Am Cows have fun Am Sixty police cars were piled in a heap, Covered in cow pies, covered up deep Am G Am Much cow dung Am Black smoke rising, darkening the day, Twelve burning McDonalds, have it your way Chorus: Am The President said "enough is enough These uppity cattle, its time to get tough" Am G Am Cow dung flung Am The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief, Tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef Am G Am Cows on buns Am The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed They mooed their last moos, they chewed their last hay Am G Am Cows out- gunned NC 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 |Chorus: | F C E7 Am |We will fight for bovine freedom, And hold our large heads high | F C E7 Am |We will run free with the Buffalo, or die, Cows with guns [G] [Am]