Dana Lyons – Cows With Guns Ukulele Chords

Fat and docile, big and dumb, they look so stupid, they aren’t much fun
Cows aren’t fun

They eat to grow, grow to die, die to be et at the hamburger fry
Cows well done

Nobody thunk it, nobody knew, no one imagined the great cow guru
Cows are one

He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal, he loved Che Guevera, a revolutionary veal
Cow Tse Tongue

He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred, he felt like an outcast, alone in the herd
Cow doldrums

He mooed we must fight, escape or we’ll die, cows gathered around,
’cause the steaks were so high
Bad cow pun

But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate , loaded onto a truck, where he rode to his fate
Cows are bummed

He was a scrawny calf, who looked rather woozy, no one suspected he was packing an Uzi
Cows with guns

They came with a needle to stick in his thigh, he kicked for the groin, he pissed in their eye
Cow well hung

Knocked over a tractor and ran for the door, six gallons of gas flowed out on the floor
Run cows run!

He picked up a bullhorn and jumped up on the hay (Stop)
We are free roving bovines, we run free today

We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die (stop)
Cows with guns

They crashed the gate in a great stampede, tipped over a milk truck, torched all the feed
Cows have fun

Sixty police cars were piled in a heap, covered in cow pies, covered up deep
Much cow dung

Black smoke rising, darkening the day
Twelve burning McDonalds, (Stop) have it your way

We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die (Stop)
Cows with guns

The President said “enough is enough, these uppity cattle, its time to get tough”
Cow dung flung

The newspapers gloated, folks sighed with relief, tomorrow at noon, they would all be ground beef
Cows on buns

The cows were surrounded, they waited and prayed, they mooed their last moos,
they chewed their last hay
(Slowing) Cows outgunned (Stop)

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

We will fight for bovine freedom
And hold our large heads high
We will run free with the Buffalo, or die (Stop Aria)
Cows with guns