Musik - Text: "Stinkin' Cows"

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Firewater, stinking cows
Arrows from the Indians bows
Never we can take a rest

Exhalations from the daily beans
You can't imagine what this means
A twister tearing up your waist


We are the heroes of the great new world
Here we are - We are riding through the sun
Here we are - We are riding through the sun
Here we are - We are riding through the sun
We are riding through the sun We are riding, we are riding  we are riding


Coffee sticky, black like tar
You can smell us from afar
The dust is our only friend

And our balls always hurt like hell
Our butts are deeply sore as well
With no relief for the pain at hand

We're the heroes of the great new world

We've got to sleep on hard ground
With only thorns and rocks around
Snakes inhabit our worn-out boots

No girls here to warm our nights
Still we love these long hard rides
Cause this is where we have our roots

We're the heroes of the great new world ...