Earth Momma Blues

Momma don't help me grow up to love CowBoys, The ones who can buy you or sell you at will, or tell you they don't care whether healthy or ill, The ones who know good ole' boys were born unredeemable pills Smoking up weeds or stoking up stills, Klanish threats to the cattle without sufficient commitment to armed forcing kill will. Momma don't help me grow up to hate CowBoys, Grown tired of their noise their boys will be boys armed violating toys dark win/lose ploys most trust in just goys red true white blue patriotic employs Momma don't buy me another white cowboy, they just don't work out they leave with a pout I just wanna shout, What's it all about when your Alpha's a cowboy? Who has no clue what he's to do, which side to chew in red, white, and true blue blues.