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My Rifle, My Pony and Me

Dean Martin

My Rifle, My Pony and Me

1994

and me
(Whippoorwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo)
Just my rifle, pony and me

No more cows (no more cows) to be roping (to be

My Rifle, My Pony and Me [Previously Unreleased Track; Bonus Track]

Dean Martin

Legacy [Capitol]

2000

and me
(Whippoorwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo)
Just my rifle, pony and me

No more cows (no more cows) to be roping (to be

(Whippoorwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo)
Just my rifle, pony and me
No more cows (no more cows) to be roping (to be roping)
No more

and me 

(Whippoorwill in the willow
Sings a sweet melody
Riding to Amarillo)
Just my rifle, pony and me
No more cows (no more cows) to be ropened (to be

My Rifle, My Pony and Me

Don Williams

The Gentle Giant [Time Life]

2007

to Amarillo
Just my rifle, my pony and me
No more cows to be ropin'
Nor more strays will I see
Round the bend she'll be waitin'
For my rifle, my pony

She recognized his step
Heavy behind the door
Because  his way was slow she guessed
He won’t visit no  more

The cow boy is back
The cow boy is back

are all broken
No more fatted cow

Call yourself a dragon?
Where's your fire now?
Teeth are all broken
No more fatted cow

Dis dis dis dis disbeliever

a little bit whey
I go outside for some fresh air
Lights are shining, I am off my nut
This is mad
No more cows in Asda
My car is running on vegetables
Need

Holy Cow [Bonus Track]

Snow Patrol

Songs for Polarbears

1998

One, two, three, four
I can take no more
You holy cow
I'll stand out here all night
Here on your front porch
You holy cow
I have no pride left

You Are What You Is

Frank Zappa

You Are What You Is

1981

No more...hey! hey! hey!"

Thing-fish:
One-adam-twelve, see de "nignint" wit knife... proceed wif cautium...knife may be open...

Ensemble:
Bwana

I can take no more
You Holy Cow
I'll stand out here all night
Here on your front porch
You Holy Cow
I have no pride left to worry about

The Cow's Wrong

The Beta Band

The Beta Band

1999

I went down to the county drug store
I fought with the county law
I went out with my little boy
And I told him I can't see you no more

The cows

be baby Jesus now, I have no more sacred cows. Don't be
frightened, don't be scared, Charlie (God) is everwhere."
Creepy people smile and creepy people

plenty
If you'll promise to drink here no more
A thousand good cows you can give me
Ten acres, a million or more
I'dn't swear to give over me drinking
I'd

A feller comes to Lloyd Sinclair
Proposes a job down south
He says "Come with me, and there won't be
No more crops or cows for you to see"
So Lloyd

of war and the battle's confusion
A home and a country would embrace us no more?
They must cow’r in defeat to escape retribution.
No safe refuge behind

no further
That makes ten more cows who weren't brutally murdered
Can I offer a job to the old meat department worker?
Do you cook your meet well done

so never mind I'm living now
Rapped in purple can't bust me down
You touch her I'll  still hurt you clown

No more pillaging or milking cows
All these

to the Festival

More than riches

And the ball

I wish my cow would give us some milk

More than anything

I wish we had a child

Please, pal-

I

You have no clue
About this file
This file isn't true
Cause you won't fuckin' smile

Cow fucker, cow fucker
Cow fucker, cow fucker
Cow fucker, cow

The feeling was pretty shocked
Now Ken began to shout
The verse that will stay with me
He said no more killing
Of the cow
And it's time to sow the seed
I saw

‘round strapped with the 4 pound. (Bang)
If a n***a want beef, get the whole cow;
No more timeline. N***a, scroll down. (What?)
Scroll down. (What?) Slow

turn...


Gather round, the saddled cow, no more friendly banter now.
Louder sounds of pain, the plow in the field, hear it now...
That's my master getting

Into The Woods (Prologue) [Original Broadway Cast Recording]

Paul Gemignani

Sondheim: Into the Woods [Original Cast Recording]

1988

wish to go to the Festival
More than riches
And the ball
I wish my cow would give us some milk
More than anything
I wish we had a child
I want