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Cows Out

You've never really lived on a ranch or a farm
Till you've heard, 'the cows are out' alarm
Little Jed, you get some hay
I'll saddle the old gray
Ma, close the big red gate
Oh, Oh, the pigs are out, you're too late
Sis, you get a couple buckets of feed
Hey, get the dog, the pigs are in the clover seed
Look at the bull, he has Dad's long johns on this horn
Must have gone through the clothesline on the way to the corn
Bubba, grab that black calf by the tail
Look out, you're going to step in the milk pail
You city folks sure don't know how to have fun
Till you've done the 'cows are out' run

by Roy Kieling

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