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We were drivin' through |
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West Texas |
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The land of beef and pork |
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Where they tend the hides of leather |
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We wear back in |
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New YorkIn a pasture along a roadside |
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Behind a broke down shack |
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On a dusky side of evening |
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We saw a figure dressed in black |
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And we don't mean to sound like we're trippin |
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But we swear to |
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GodWe saw |
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Lou ReedCow tippin', cow tippin' |
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Hey Lou, "Is that you?" |
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She said as we pulled to the shoulder |
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He just said, "Go screw" |
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And then he turned and tipped one over |
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Under a spitshine |
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Western sky |
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The color of blue varnish |
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Hey, it's like |
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FelliniActually, |
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I'm thinkin' more like |
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Jim Jarmusch |
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And we can't say how much we've been sippin' |
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But we swear to |
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GodWe saw |
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Lou ReedCow tippin', cow tippin' |
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I got cops on the cell |
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I said, "I got a little story to tellLou Reed is in the cow pen" |
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They said, "Oh, no, not again" |
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And we hope our perceptions isn't slippin' |
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But we swear to |
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GodWe saw |
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Lou ReedCow tippin', cow tippin' |
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Cow tippin', cow tippin' |
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Cow tippin' |
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You really think that was |
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Lou Reed?Cow tippin' |
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I'm sure it was, he was wearing black |
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LevisCow tippin' |
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I thought he was a vegetarian |
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Cow tippin' |
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He's just tippin' them over, he wasn't eating them |
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Cow tippin', oh, cow tippin |
