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Earth Momma Blues

Momma
don’t help me
grow up to love CowBoys,

The ones
who can buy you
or sell you at will,
or tell you
they don’t care
whether healthy or ill,

The ones who know good ole’ boys
were born
unredeemable pills

Smoking up weeds
or stoking up stills,

Klanish threats
to the cattle
without sufficient
commitment
to armed forcing kill will.

Momma don’t help me
grow up to hate CowBoys,

Grown tired of their noise
their boys will be boys
armed violating toys
dark win/lose ploys
most trust in just goys
red true white blue
patriotic employs

Momma
don’t buy me
another white cowboy,
they just don’t work out
they leave with a pout
I just wanna shout,
What’s it all about
when your Alpha’s a cowboy?

Who has no clue
what he’s to do,
which side to chew
in red,
white,
and true blue
blues.

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