Like a ruminating cowboy
Chewing the cud in the mud
Along with his cows
Thinking thoughts he can't even understand
All alone on the prairie land
With his thoughts running through his fingers like sand
Like a ruminating cowboy
In a battle with his cattle
Talking prittle prattle
To a rancherman
Leaning on a fence post on the rancher's land
Considering the lily in the waterhole
Where he washes his hands
Like a ruminating cowboy
Holding tight to the ponderous thoughts
Going through his mind
Like a lasso bind
Lassoing up the strays like
Shooting manta rays he could find
Or something along those lines
Like a ruminating cowboy
Overthinking the stinking lot
That is his life, doesn't help him a lot
If he loses the plot or his mind
Like a ruminating cowboy
I think therefore I am
Or I am therefore I think, I'm in a bind
If I cogitate will I find
I'm not really the cowboy kind?
Like a ruminating cowboy
Contemplating the clover
And the tobacco in his grind
Rolling up a fag of the inexpensive kind
Debating fate over the Indian wines
Deliberating with the snakes on
The Texas New Mexico lines
Like a Ruminating cowboy
Mulling over a mule
Eyeing up a steer for to
stir in the stew
Meditating the meat
Wrestling with the rodeo
In his rawhide seat
Rolling up and wracking up
And turning over in his sleep
All the herds that ever heard
Him rolling in the deep
Like a ruminating cowboy
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