The real people went away I'll find a better way someday Leaving only me And my dreams My cattle And a resonator I drove all the beasts down Right under your nose The lumbering footloose power The bull and the rose Don't touch them Don't try to hurt them My cattle Tss, tss I drove them by the crops And thought the crops were lost I consoled myself With rudimentary thoughts And I set my watch Against the city clock It was way off Yeah, one thing about this wild, wild country It takes a strong, strong, it breaks a strong, strong mind Yeah, one thing about this wild, wild country It takes a strong, strong, it breaks a strong, strong mind And anything less, anything less, makes me feel like I'm wasting my time But the pain and frustration is not mine It belongs to the cattle Through the valley And when my cattle turns on me I was knocked back flat I was knocked out cold for one clack of the train track Then I rose, a colossal hand buried, buried in sand I rose like a drover For I am, in the end, a drover A drover by trade And when my cattle turns on me I am a drover double fold You might also like Jim Cain Bill Callahan Riding for the Feeling Bill Callahan America! Bill Callahan My cattle bears it all away for me and everyone One, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one, yo Yeah, one thing about this wild, wild country It takes a strong, strong, it breaks a strong, strong mind And anything less, anything less, makes me feel like I'm wasting my time