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Burger at the Greasy Spoon Michael
Sorbonne Robinson©Copyright 2001
I’ve
been drivin’ the critters from the summer range, spent
the last seven days on the trail. Now
the critters are safe in the southernmost field, ‘til
it’s time to be trucked to the rail. Well
I jump in the shower and I lather up and
the mud flows, in sheets, to the drain. In
a jiffy, I’m shaved, and the stubble’s all gone. Then
the cravin’ for food hits my brain. Chorus:
Now
you’d think that a cowboy’ld get sick of the cows when
he’s with them from July to June. I
know it ain’t the best food, but I’m so in the mood, for
a burger at the greasy spoon. So
I hop in my pickup and I tool down the road, and
discover that, to my dismay, the
place is surrounded by people with signs, a
picketing ol’ Dillon’s Cafe. It’s
the vegan protestors, and they’re up in arms, chanting,
“Animals have feelings too. ...that
a mealtime with meat from a fattened-up steer, would
taste bad, if that bovine were you.” Chorus:
Now
you’d think that a cowboy’ld get sick of the cows when
he’s with them from July to June. I
know it ain’t the best food, but I’m so in the mood, for
a burger at the greasy spoon. Well,
I want them to know I’m a kind sort of guy, ...feel
so bad, I take spiders outside; let
my horse spend her nights on a pillow of down, and
I never wear spurs when I ride. But
my craving, right now’s, for the meat of a cow, my
most fav-o-rite treat, ‘til I’m dead. I’m
a pulling my gun, yellin’, ‘”Can’t eat a cow? Well,
I’ll eat me a vegan instead.” Chorus:
Now
you’d think that a cowboy’ld get sick of the cows when
he’s with them from July to June. I
know it ain’t the best food, but I’m so in the mood, for
a burger at the greasy spoon.... with
ketchup and mustard and pickles and relish tomatoes
and lettuce and mayo and sprouts... I
know it ain’t the best food, but I’m so in the mood
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