'm countin' the cattle: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... I'm countin' the cattle Just to check if there alive I'm counting' the cattle: 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 I'm countin
] Now when my mother died I had to take it in stride There ain't no room for pride in watching your father cry And dad made it until maybe a year later
when my mother died I had to take it in stride There ain't no room for pride in watching your father cry And dad made it until maybe a year later When
real with it Bring the cattle to the battlefield, we'll still spit it No matter who the fuck you are, you can still get it Count that off as a loss, go
s left? Now when my mother died, I had to take it in stride There ain't room for pride in watching your father cry And dad made it until maybe a year
