I am just a poor cow
And my story's seldom told
I have drained my milk's existence
For a mouthful full of cow-cud such as drying grass
Low lights-- no sleep
Tell the farmer what he wants to hear
He won't listen to the rest
( humming )

When I left my barn in the country
I was only but a calf
In the company of farmers
In the new life with the herders only running scared
They saw me grow
Seeking out the good milk that the city people know
Where the best milk is the only place they'll go

Lai-la-lai...

Brewing average cow juices
I've been donned with such a job
I don't get no time off
Just a come-on from the Bulls down on the pasture
I do declare, there were times when I was so desperate
I wanted to follow there
( Humming )

Lai-la-Lai...

When the sheep are laying out winter wool
I'm wishing I was home
At The barn
Where the 'Old Country' winters aren't freezing me
Freezing me, at the Barn

In the pastures stand a farmer
And a Herder by his side
And he carries the reminders
Of every chicken that struts 'round
And had also clucked loud
In their boredom of the day
"I am clucking, I am clucking!"
Yet the Farmer still remains...
( humming )

Lai-la-Lai...