Great Songs With Gun Lyrics

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16 Shells from a 30-06 - Bob Seger



Plugged 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
And the black crow flew through
A hole in the sky
And I spent all my buttons on an old pack mule
And I made me a ladder ftom a pawn shop marimba
And I leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree
Leaned it up against a dandelion tree

Well I cooked them feathers on the iron spit
And I filled me a sachel full of old pig corn
And I beat me a billy from an old french horn
And kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Kicked that mule to the top of the tree
Blew me a hole bout the size of a kickdrum
And I cut me a switch from a long branch elbow

Im gonna whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six

Well I slept in the hotter of a dry creek bed
And I tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Tore out the buckets from a red corvette
Lionel, dave and the butcher made three

You got to meet me by the knuckles of the skinny bone tree
With the strings of a washburn
Stretched like a clothesline
You know me and that mule scrambled right through the hole
Me and that mule scrambled right through the hole

Im gonna whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells ftom a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six

Now I hold him prisoner in a washburn jail
And I strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
Strapped it on the back of my old kick mule
Bang on the strings just to drive him crazy
And I strum it toud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage
Strum it loud just to rattle his cage

Im gonna whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six
Whittle you into kindlin
Black crow 16 shells from a thirty-aught-six

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Babe Ruth - Wells Fargo




Jake ridin' shotgun the whole of his days
Headin' for the Mexican border
Shotgun movin' to the rhythm of his range
Just to help him keep law and order
Sits right back just a-takin' it easy
Drinks a shot a whisky and it makes him mighty wheezy
He coughed hard once
He coughed hard twice
Neglecting keeping watch
Don't mind the sheriff's advice

Ridin'
Shotgun
Runnin' over land
To the Rio Grande
Now

Shots rang down from the rocks up above
And bore Jake to his feet
His pants fell down and actin' like a clown
The bullets had him dancin' to a rock 'n' roll beat
Big Jake did the boogaloo too
Got lucky, he cried like a drunk
His aspirations ain't no ??? for you
And that's the way it is

Ridin'
Shotgun
Runnin' over land
To the Rio Grande
Now

Stage gotten in to the centre of town
And Jake gotta have himself a drink
He got to the bar and what he saw
There was something simple station folk would hate to think
Ella-May was dancin' to the sound of the blues
Her belly must be wobblin' right down to her shoes
It's a-groovin' on the sidewalk, just don't get too near
'Cause you're gonna get knocked over by a belly full o' beer

Ridin'
Shotgun
Runnin' over land
To the Rio Grande
Take the law in hand
To the Rio Grande
Now

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Way back machine:
... bootlegger puts hair in ponytail, opens door of muscle car for lady pard, shotguns are loaded with slugs, sidearms are 1911s cocked-n-locked with hardball.
We be headed south bound and down.
Muscle car was yeller , black racing stripes, cragar mags, hurst 4 speed, and the sucker was tricked out.


Miss you babe, but we damn sure run'em!
-Bootlegger.

*sniff*

 

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Babe Ruth - Wells Fargo




Jake ridin' shotgun the whole of his days
Headin' for the Mexican border
Shotgun movin' to the rhythm of his range
Just to help him keep law and order
Sits right back just a-takin' it easy
Drinks a shot a whisky and it makes him mighty wheezy
He coughed hard once
He coughed hard twice
Neglecting keeping watch
Don't mind the sheriff's advice

Ridin'
Shotgun
Runnin' over land
To the Rio Grande
Now

Shots rang down from the rocks up above
And bore Jake to his feet
His pants fell down and actin' like a clown
The bullets had him dancin' to a rock 'n' roll beat
Big Jake did the boogaloo too
Got lucky, he cried like a drunk
His aspirations ain't no ??? for you
And that's the way it is

Ridin'
Shotgun
Runnin' over land
To the Rio Grande
Now

Stage gotten in to the centre of town
And Jake gotta have himself a drink
He got to the bar and what he saw
There was something simple station folk would hate to think
Ella-May was dancin' to the sound of the blues
Her belly must be wobblin' right down to her shoes
It's a-groovin' on the sidewalk, just don't get too near
'Cause you're gonna get knocked over by a belly full o' beer

Ridin'
Shotgun
Runnin' over land
To the Rio Grande
Take the law in hand
To the Rio Grande
Now

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Way back machine:
... bootlegger puts hair in ponytail, opens door of muscle car for lady pard, shotguns are loaded with slugs, sidearms are 1911s cocked-n-locked with hardball.
We be headed south bound and down.
Muscle car was yeller , black racing stripes, cragar mags, hurst 4 speed, and the sucker was tricked out.


Miss you babe, but we damn sure run'em!
-Bootlegger.

*sniff*

 

[VPLthrneck]

Humor and a gun

Cynthia's Mother

(parody lyrics by Paul Shanklin)

Cynthia's mother said Cynthia's crazy
too crazy to be out on her own.
Cynthia's lawyer said "Ain't got no comment."
then quietly hangs up the phone.
Cynthia's hairdresser said, "It wasn't my fault.....
She told me to leave it alone."
And her bodyguard said the reason he's armed
is to feel..safe...around...her

CHORUS
Nancy Pelosi, she don't wanna talk about her
They haven't spoken for a while.
Nancy Pelosi, she's to scared to tell her goodbye...

Cynthia's brother said Cynthia's goofy--
Someday they'll put her away.
Cynthia's neighbor said their cat went missing
when she moved in nest door to their place.
And Cynthia's preacher said Cynthia's packin'
A pearl handled Colt 45.
Don't you hold her back when she comes through your door
Or you might end up missing.

REPEAT CHORUS

The Capitol Police, I know they like to tell her
Goodbye...
Constituents out there please tell her?
Goodbye...
Somebody's got to tell her,
I ain't gonna tell her.
Goodbye...

 

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It's Alright, Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) - Bob Dylan




"

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fools gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proved to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to you ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their marks
Made everything from toy guns that sparks
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the President of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You loose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand without nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not forget
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despite their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platforms ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God Bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges, watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me ?

And if my thought-dreams could been seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

.

 

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Stand up , remove your hat, and put your hand over your heart.

I'm Already Home - Tim McGraw


You're reading this, my mama's sittin there
Look's like I only got a one way ticket over here
I sure wish I could give you one more kiss
War was just a game we played when we were kids
Well I'm layin down my gun and hanging up my boots
I'm up here with God and we're both watching over you

So lay me down
In that open field out on the edge of town
And know my soul
Is where my mama always prayed that it would go
And if you're reading this
I'm already home

If you're reading this halfway around the world
I won't be there to see the birth of our little girl
I hope she looks like you
I hope she fights like me
And stands up for the innocent and the weak
I'm layin down my gun and hanging up my boots
Tell dad I don't regret that I followed in his shoes

So lay me down
In that open field out on the edge of town
And know my soul
Is where my mama always prayed that it would go
And if you're reading this
I'm already home

If you're reading this, there's gonna come a day
When you'll move on and find someone else, and that's ok
Just remember this
I'm in a better place
Where soldiers live in peace and angels sing Amazing Grace

So lay me down
In that open field out on the edge of town
And know my soul
Is where my mama always prayed that it would go
And if you're reading this

If you're reading this...
I'm already home



*respect-n-honor*

 

[VPLthrneck]

Since Sniper X mentioned that it's 2008, here's a few lines from Rodney Atkins "Cleaning this Gun"

Y’all run along and have a little fun
I'll see you when you get back
Probably be up all night
Still cleanin' this gun

 

[protolith]

Mission to Burma:
That's When I Reach For My Revolver

Once I had my heroes
Once I had my dream
But all of that is changed now
They've turned things inside out
The truth is not that comfortable, no

And mother taught us patience
The virtues of restraint
And father taught us boundaries
Beyond which we must go
To find the secrets promised us, yeah

That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when it all gets blown away
That's when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way

A friend of mine once told me
His one and only aim
To build a giant castle
And live inside his name
Cry and whispers sing in muted pain

That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when it all gets blown away
That's when I reach for my revolver
The spirit fights to find its way

Tonight the sky is empty
But that is nothing new
Its dead eyes look upon us
And they tell me
We're nothing
But slaves (That's when I reach for my revolver)
Just slaves (That's when I reach for my revolver)
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver
That's when I reach for my revolver

 

[donttellthewife]

Boot Hill by Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble


Look up on the wall baby....
Hand me down my shootin' iron
Look up on the wall baby....
Hand me down my shootin' iron
Call your mother long distance....
Tell her to expect your body home

If the city don't bury you baby....
Lord knows the county will
If the city don't bury you baby....
Lord knows the county will
You made your last mistake....
You going way out on that boot hill

Lord I don't want to whaks you darlin'....
'Cause you gave me my first thrill
Lord I don't want to whaks you baby....
'Cause you gave me my first thrill
You did me so wrong....
You're going way out on that boot hill



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ph2wtjwXZY8

 

[theken206]

my buddy from Gunit{and I hate gunit aka G-u-NOT BTW}

"Bring ya buddy when its time to roam (Why?)
Cuz I got hit last time I left mine at home
My hand bling full of platinum, da shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside myhome
He aint never been broke, he glitchless
Hes so reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam and a scope for distance
Da best company when approachin business
He gon ride wit me till the end
We all gotta friend and mine is a G U N"

 

[Catherine]

Wow!

Thank you people! Woo hoo - great gun songs.

Thanks for the Marine one and I almost posted all of the military ones. Thank you!

Duke,

HIGH NOON is one of my all time favorite movies. Thank you sir!

SM aka sm,

Absolutely some of the best ones and I can still hear/sing and remember those songs. So many of them... "Stop, Hey, What's That Sound?" and so many more. Thanks a bunch. My late husband used to know the words to so many songs, could remember EXACTLY where he was during his Vietnam and around the world tours and later on in life. He would say, such and such port or this and that. I can remember SOME or most of the words to some songs and sing along... however I do remember MOST of the places I was and the time frame of 'said song'. That goes for songs in the 50's too. Summer of 1950 baby here.

Thanks to everyone... I LOVE this thread!

Have an outstanding Monday.

Catherine
PS: Prayers sent to the storm victims due to the weather and the economic/financial MESS storm victims and CONDITIONS (Through no fault of their own - not the FILL IN THE BLANKS!) that are continuing to get WORSE in this country. Keep your powder dry!

 

[jackstinson]

Robert Johnson - 32-20 Blues
"Her .38 special, boys, do it very well, Her .38 special, boys, it do very well.
I got a 32-20 now, and it's a burnin' Hell."
(Of course there was the original Skip James "22-20 Blues" song upon which Robert Johnson based (copied) "32-20 Blues". And a plethora of similar songs like "44 Blues", "Shotgun Blues", etc.

Lyle Lovett - L.A. County
"One year later I left Houston, With an old friend by my side
Well it did not say much, But it was a beauty of a coal black .45"

Bruce Cockburn - If I Had A Rocket Launcher
"Here comes the helicopter -- second time today, Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
How many kids they've murdered only God can say, If I had a rocket launcher...I'd make somebody pay"

There are dozens more I can think of off the top of my head. "Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner" was mentioned....
but also Warren Zevon - Jungle Work
"Lear jet S.W.A.T team...On a midnight run...With the M16...And the Ingram gun"

 

[Guntalk]

Some folks may be fans of Sheriff Jim Wilson's writings. You may not know that Jim also is a guitar picker and singer. His CD has a song titled "The Pistol," and though we can argue that it's about a revolver (Jim didn't write the song), it's pretty good.

As I remember, it starts off, "I was made by Samuel Colt . . . ."

You can buy Jim's CD on his web site.

http://www.sheriffjimwilson.net/

 

[Cmdr. Gravez0r]

Stand up , remove your hat, and put your hand over your heart.



I'm Already Home - Tim McGraw

I sniffled when I heard that the first time. And like most men, I don't even have a sniffler.

 

[D-Day]

The Ramones - Scattergun

Smooth bore, scattergun, you are the only one
To cover me when I sleep, ya cover me in my dreams
carry a smooth bore
Scattergun, steal from me, there'll be no time to run
I got the bead on you, she fires true
Take what you want and I'll do what I have to do
Smooth bore, scattergun, scattergun, scattergun

Triple-O buck's the shot for me
Cut you right off, right off at the knees
Don't need to bother the police,
I've got my Mossberg 590

Smooth bore, scattergun, you are the only one
To cover me when I sleep,
cover me in my dreams carry a smooth bore
Scattergun, steal from me there'll be no time to run
I got the bead on you, she fires true
Take what you want and I'll do what I have to do
Smooth bore, scattergun, scattergun, scattergun

Smooth bore, scattergun, you are the only one
To cover me when I sleep,
cover me in my dreams carry a smooth bore
Scattergun, scattergun, scattergun

 

[D-Day]

Sublime - Santeria

I don't practice santeria
I aint got no crystal ball
Well, I had a million dollars but I
I'd spend it all,
If I could find that heina and that sancho that she's found,
well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down

What I really wanna know,
my baby, what I really want to say I can't define
Well it's love,
that I need, oh ,
but my soul will have to,
wait till I get back find heina of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all

I feel the break,
feel the break,
feel the break and I got live it out,
oh, yea huh, well I swear that I
What I really wanna know, my baby,
what I really want to say I can't define
**** love make it go,
my soul will have to...

ohhh What I really wanna say,
my baby,
What I really wanna say is I've got mine.
and I'll make it, yes, I'm comin' up.

Telll Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
and I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got somethin for his punk ass
What I really wanna know, my baby,
oh what I really wanna say is there's just one,
way back,
and I'll make it, yea,
but my soul will have to wait
yeah, yeah, yeah...

 

[D-Day]

Rancid - St. Mary

She's got a ticket and she's waiting at the station
She's got to get away, get away as far as she can
Her problems will arise as sure as the sun does shine yeah
She's got to get used to life living on the lam

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded .44 in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear departed man

When I last saw her she was looking troubled
She said this is the 90's I'm gonna be alright
She took the Greyhound into Salinas
I got a letter that she dropped out of sight

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded .44 in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear departed man

Shrouded in anger encompassed ohh yeah, encompassed by pain
He was your best friend and you will never ever ever see him again

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded .44 in her hand
Shooting down the law that shot down her dear departed man

 

[D-Day]

The Clash - Tommy Gun

Tommy gun – you ain’t happy ‘less you got one
Tommy gun – ain’t gonna shoot the place up just for fun
Maybe he wants to die for his country
Maybe he wants to kill for his country
Whatever he wants, he’s gonna get it

Tommy gun – you better strip down for a customs run
Tommy gun – waiting at the airport ‘till Kingdom Come
An’ we can watch you make it on the nine o’clock news
Standing there in Palestine lighting the fuse
Whatever you want, you’re gonna get it

Tommy gun
Tommy gun

Tommy gun – a-you’ll be dead when your war is won
Tommy gun – but did you have to gun down everyone?
I can see it's kill or be killed
A nation of destiny has got to be fulfilled
Whatever you want, you’re gonna get it

Tommy gun – a-you can be hero in an age of none
Tommy gun – I’m cutting out your picture from page one
I’m gonna a get a jacket just like yours
An’ give my false support to your cause
Whatever you want, you’re gonna get it
All right!

Okay, so let’s agree about the price
An’ make it one jet airliner for ten prisoners

Boats and tanks and planes, it's your game
Kings and Queens and Generals, learn your name
I see all the innocents, the human sacrifice
And if death comes so cheap, then the same goes for life

 

[D-Day]

Horrorpops - S.O.B.

I wanna do wrong
I want you gone
my eyes are burning red from all the tears that I have cried
now I'm watching you with her
and hatred does occur
mean, mean man
selfish son of a bitch
I hope I don't miss
I'm watching you with her
but I'm watching you burn

Eye for an eye
you sealed my heart with a kiss
now I'm taking with it needs
lie upon lie
nothing left but your cries
I'm taking back what is mine...

Smiles across my face
I'm standing over you and I laugh
straight in your face
I'm taking you home
the girl has found her stone

Cold, cold man
selfish son of a bitch
I'm glad I didn't miss
I'm taking you home
now we are all alone

Eye for an eye
you sealed my heart with a kiss
now I'm taking with it needs
lie upon lie
nothing left but your cries
I'm taking back what is mine...

You came to my home with so many needs
you craved all I had and I gave in to your every little desire
you slept in my arms
and you sucked from lips
and when everything was taken....

I never cared for guns
but that night I opened the bar keeper's box
and I shot you both down
a bloody mess of fire
Was all my heart desired

Eye for an eye
You sucked my heart dry
Now I'm taking what is mine
Lie upon lie
No more hurting crimes
What's left is for you to cry,
oh cry
You sealed my heart with a kiss
Now I'm taking what it needs

Eye for an eye
No longer will I cry
I'm taking back what is mine

 

[D-Day]

Well, I have some more with short references to guns, but I'm stretching now. All the other good ones (like Big Irons, many Johnny Cash songs) I know have already been said.

 

[ltetmhs]

Last Gunfighter Ballad - Johnny Cash

 

[MT GUNNY]

Razzle listed Country Boy Can Survive by Hank JR, Thats my Favorite. Not to mention , Ted Nugent's on stage Moments (Suck My Glock........)

 

[Duke Junior]

This song has been mentioned of course ,but I don't believe the lyrics to Johnny Cash's fine song have been printed out,Don't Take Your Guns to Town.

A young cowboy named Billy Joe grew restless on the farm
A boy filled with wonder lust who really meant no harm
He changed his clothes and shined his boots
And combed his dark hair down
And his mother cried as he walked out

[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He laughed and kissed his mom
And said your Billy Joe's a man
I can shoot as quick and straight as anybody can
But I wouldn't shoot without a cause
I'd gun nobody down
But she cried again as he rode away

[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He sang a song as on he rode
His guns hung at his hips
He rode into a cattle town
A smile upon his lips
He stopped and walked into a bar
And laid his money down
But his mother's words echoed again

[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

He drank his first strong liquor then to calm his shaking hand
And tried to tell himself he had become a man
A dusty cowpoke at his side began to laugh him down
And he heard again his mothers words

[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

Filled with rage then
Billy Joe reached for his gun to draw
But the stranger drew his gun and fired
Before he even saw
As Billy Joe fell to the floor
The crowd all gathered 'round
And wondered at his final words

[Chorus]
Don't take your guns to town son
Leave your guns at home Bill
Don't take your guns to town

 

[ECB]

Depends what the meaning of Great is:

Cows With Guns
by Dana Lyons, copyright 1996

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
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
Cows with [Am]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, 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
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
Cows out gunned

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
Cows with guns

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[Duke Junior]

Depends what the meaning of Great is:

Great,it ain't.
But funny, without a taint.