Burger at the Greasy Spoon

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Burger at the

Greasy Spoon

I’ve been drivin’ the critters from the summer range,

spent the last seven days on the trail.

Now the critters are safe in the southernmost field,

‘til it’s time to be trucked to the rail.

Well I jump in the shower and I lather up good,

and the mud flows, in sheets, to the drain.

In a jiffy, I’m shaved, and the stubble’s all gone.

Then the cravin’ for food hits my brain.

Chorus: Now you’d think that a cowboy’ld get sick of the cows

when he’s with them from July to June.

I know it ain’t the best food, but I’m so in the mood,

for a burger at the greasy spoon.

So I hop in my pickup and I tool down the road,

and discover that, to my dismay,

the place is surrounded by people with signs,

a picketing ol’ Dillon’s Cafe.

It’s the vegan protestors, and they’re up in arms,

chanting, “Animals have feelings too.

...that a mealtime with meat from a fattened-up steer,

would taste bad, if that bovine were you.”

Chorus: Now you’d think that a cowboy’ld get sick of the cows

when he’s with them from July to June.

I know it ain’t the best food, but I’m so in the mood,

for a burger at the greasy spoon.

Well, I want them to know I’m a kind sort of guy,

...feel so bad, I take spiders outside;

let my horse spend her nights on a pillow of down,

and I never wear spurs when I ride.

But my craving, right now’s, for the meat of a cow,

my most fav-o-rite treat, ‘til I’m dead.

I’m a pulling my gun, yellin’, ‘”Can’t eat a cow?

Well, I’ll eat me a vegan instead.”

Chorus: Now you’d think that a cowboy’ld get sick of the cows

when he’s with them from July to June.

I know it ain’t the best food, but I’m so in the mood,

for a burger at the greasy spoon....

with ketchup and mustard and pickles and relish

tomatoes and lettuce and mayo and sprouts...

I know it ain’t the best food, but I’m so in the mood

for a burger at the greasy spoon.