Letra da Música Bovine de Savoy

I must've have been half-baked
tryin' to work the land
I must've been some sight
A shovel in my hand
If you could see me
turning over dirt

I must've been out there
for taking no advice
I used to be laid-back
and to be precise
I like a late morning
to rest my weary head

You have to be gifted
to get me out of bed

I don't care
if you give it away
Give it away
And I'm there

I'm digging my heels in
I swore I'd never quit
I got me a bovine
to make me look legit
I got me a sheep-dog
and a beat-up truck
I couldn't do better
to get me thru the much
I couldn't do better
to get me turn the mulch

I have until Monday
to make a little sense
I got until Tuesday
to present my full defense
I'm betting the farm on
I'm gonna lose my shirt
Apart from a bovine
I own a piece of dirt
I must have been crazy
for taking on the work

I don't mind
if you give it away
Give it away
And you're mine