Rowan Simmons - Run, Mr. Cattleman

Chowing down on fistfuls of meat
Prancing around in a field full of feet
Aliens coming
Seats all stunning
Run Mr. Cattleman, run
Trading up for a place on the lake
Spitting up whiskey on the birthday cake
The future is hiding
Rain subsiding
Run Mr. Cattleman, run
You can't get stallions if the mare's on fire
Run Mr. Cattleman, run
If your dairy cows dry then no ones gonna buy her
Run Mr. Cattleman, run
The fields growing faces where the corn ought to be
If the first don't smile, then the second one's free
The sky is a lie
And the eye is a sight
Run Mr. Cattleman, run
The boss man's rifle is level with the brain
But he won't pull the trigger 'less the body's insane
He's onto you now
Get your ass outta town
Run, Mr. Cattleman, run
If your mind don't work, then you'll never get hired
Run, Mr. Cattleman, run
If you wanna be quick, switch them shoes out for tires
Run, Mr. Cattleman, run
Run, Mr. Avalanche, run
Run, Mr. President, run
Run, Mr. Fennigan, run
Run, Mr. Shady Sand, run
Run, Mr. Eighty Friend, run
Run, Mr. Big Band, run

Written by:
Rowan Simmons

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