By Steve Lucas
A friend drove by in a brand new rig,
I'll tell ya' boys, that truck was big
A stretched out diesel dually 4X4.
It had more chrome than a limousine
And the biggest gooseneck I've ever seen
Why he could haul his whole herd and a couple more.
It had captains chairs that would tilt six ways
And lots of little fold out trays
For holding smokes and drinks, and spare change too.
It had more dials than a DC-8,
And the leather interior was sure first rate
And the plush pile carpet on the floor was baby blue.
Now, I'm not envious, but I must confess,
That my old pickup's sure a mess
And I'd like to drive something that still has floor boards.
But with a hundred cows in this economy,
And even used pickups sure aren't free
Don't guess you'll see me in a brand new Ford.
I got to thinkin' 'bout this friend of mine
And I'm happy for him, his new truck's fine
But I think it might be just a bit absurd.
That a feller can ride around all day
Doctorin' calves and haulin' hay
In a truck that's worth more than his whole herd.
©1997 Committee for Sustainable Farm Publishing
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