An old cowboy went riding outOne dark and windy dayUpon a ridge he restedAs he went along his wayWhen all at once a mighty herdOf red eyed cows he sawPlowin’ through the ragged skiesAnd up the cloudy drawTheir brands were still on fireAnd their hooves were made of steelTheir horns were black and shinyAnd their hot breath he could feelA …
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