Lyrics
I was riding a herd down the Chisholm Trail The sun beating down on my head When one of them cows came up to me And this is what she said: When you’re up, you’re up And when you’re down, you’re down And when you’re only half way up You’re neither up nor down I told that old cow just to git along 100 miles still to walk I had to admit that that cow made sense But cows ain’t supposed to talk!
