Cows With Guns Chords by Dana Lyons

_ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
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_ Fat and docile, big and dumb, they look so stupid they aren't much fun.
_ _ [G] Cows [Am] aren't fun. _
_ They eat to grow, grow to die, die to be et at the hamburger fry.
_ _ [G] Cows [Am] well done. _
_ Nobody thunk it, nobody knew, no one imagined the great cow guru.
_ _ [Em] [Am] Cows are one.
_ He hid in the forest, read books with great zeal.
He loved Che Guevara, a revolutionary veal.
_ [G] [Am] Cows say tongue.
_ He spoke about justice, but nobody stirred.
He felt like an outcast, alone in the herd.
_ [G] [Am] Cowed all drums.
_ He moved we must fight, escape or we'll die.
Cows gathered around, cause the stakes were so high.
_ _ [G] [Am] Bad cow pun.
_ But then he was captured, stuffed into a crate,
loaded onto a truck where he rode to his fate.
_ _ [Em] [Am] Cows are bum.
_ He was a scrawny calf who looked rather woozy.
No one suspected he was packing an Uzi.
_ _ [G] Cows [Am] 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.
[F] We will fight for [C] bovine freedom
[E] and hold our large [Am] heads high.
We [F] will run free [C] with the buffalo _ or die.
[E] _ _ _ _ [Am] Cows with guns.
_ _ _ _ _ They crashed the gate in a great stampede.
Tipped over milk truck, torched all the feed. _ _
Cows have fun.
_ _ 60 police cars were piled in a heap.
Covered in cow pies, covered up deep. _ _
Much cow dung.
_ _ Black smoke rise and darken in the day.
12 burning McDonald's.
Have it your way.
We [F] will fight for [C] bovine freedom
_ [E] and hold our large [Am] heads high.
We will run free [C] with the buffalo or [E]
die.
_ _ _ _ [Am] Cows with guns.
_ _ _ _ _ The president said, enough is enough.
These uppity cattle, it's 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 outgunned.
_ _ The order was given to turn cows to whoppers
[F] enforced by the might of 10,000 coppers.
But on the horizon, surrounding the shoppers
came the deafening roar of chickens and choppers.
We will fight [C] for bovine freedom
[E] and hold our large [Am] heads high.
We [F] will run free with [C] the buffalo or _ _ _ _ _ die.
Oh, _ _ [E] _ _ oh. _ _
_ _ [G] Cows with guns.
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_ _ _ [Ab] _ _ [N] _ _ _
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