A Cowman is What I Wanna Be

by: Barry B Cooper   Bradley Farm – Sparta, TN  931-212-3088

Mountain cowboy.Well, I sold my house up in New York city,

And I moved down south to Tennessee,

I bought a cattle farm near a town named Sparta,

That looked pretty good to me.

 

You must understand I was only 50,

When I retired from the NYPD,

I was a motorcycle riding traffic cop,

But a cowman is what I wanna be.

 

I got to know the county extension educator,

I joined the local cattlemen’s association,

Because my buddies up in New York,

Said raising cattle was surely recreation.

 

I went to lots of meetings,

I analyzed every breed,

My farm has good grass and lots of water,

What else does a cowman need?

 

We studied animal identification,

And record keeping too,

Someone from the university was explaining,

What a bull is suppose to do.

 

I started out with some six weight heifers,

I got ‘em at the local sale,

I thought every heifer would be a good one,

But sometimes it’s hard to tell.

 

I put ‘em right beside the barn,

In about an acre lot,

At first the weather was cool and damp,

And then it turned off hot

 

In about a week my heifers got sick,

I had heard about BRD,

It’s a respiratory infection,

That can kill ‘em quick you see.

 

At first the weather was cool and damp,

And then it turned off hot.

It’s a respiratory infection,

That can kill ‘em quick you see.

 

I was doctoring heifers in the morning,

I was doctoring heifers in the night,

I probably doctored a third of the herd,

Until they got alright.

 

Later on the weather got much better,

And the grass rapidly started growing,

My heifers got fat and sassy,

Grazing clovers I’d been sowing.

 

I put ’em on some Bermuda grass pasture,

Right beside the Hickory Valley road,

When a prosperous cattle buyer stopped and said,

“I need those heifers to finish out a second load.”

 

I priced ‘em way, way over the market,

I said they’re the best I’ve ever seen,

He wrote me a check right then and there,

I stuffed the money down in my jeans.

 

Yep, that’s how I started raising cattle,

I’m as happy as can be,

So if you need some fancy replacement females,

I’m the man you need to see!

 

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