Lyrics:
Pumpkin Cowboy
Well it ain't no bluff that life is tough
For a gourd out on the range
But for all the woes in the life he chose
He's never seemed to change
lies a sleeping seed
a self defense pandemic spreading rapidly as weed
soon we'll all be dying
dying in the valley of the gourds
a fate of our own
Kimchi Jigae Baste w the taste
My flow like the food yeah it Fuckin' amaze
Comm de garçon
Flow like the gourd
Force like the torque
Bitch ain't I
Round prairie road
Just how far do you go
Suddenly you feel so far away
Spent too much time
With my ladder to climb
Maybe we can meet again someday
they fuckin' grow
Hell in earth, possessed by Mother Nature
Killer from birth
She nurtured him to hate ya
Gourd for a heart
Vines runnin' through
in the yard, vines climbin', burglar barred
The roof fell in, on gods it's full of stars
I swam in the dark, sun fled, the moon large
Fire leap from
By the landfill I lust
I burn their clothing before I dig into the ground
I am Janus-faced, denial with vines
You're gonna wish you hadn't run
poem-Japanese haiku-says: A hundred gourds from the mind of one vine
Now, the Hindus do say that the Self-the great Self-is consciousness
But of course, that does
reveals a way of truth
Our bloom is gone we are the fruit's thereof
Two golden gourds distended on our vines
Into the autumn weather, splashed with frost
some fella's laundry line
Hi Beau, aren't you a prairie rose
Smellin' like a watermelon vine
Here's a man the sheriff watches
On his gun there's more
pervades the Universe.
As a cucumber is released from the vine, allow my bondages and attachments to worldly things drop away
So that I may be not separated
don't mind
Telling you I was feeling a bit wilted
But I didn't carrot all, cause, otherwise
Things were vine
I try never to disparagus and
I don't sweat
losing time and looking for gold
Razorback mule eating gourds off the vine
It looks so lonely out behind the county line
Wind rattles dry fruit chewed in
some fella's laundry line
Hi Beau, aren't you a prairie rose
Smellin' like a watermelon vine
Here's a man the sheriff watches
On his gun there's more
Henrietta’s got a thing for gourds
It’s just one of hobbies
Raymond likes to press record and of
Course he keeps a copy
The deed was done and i had
Won no
where d'you get them fancy clothes?
I know! Off some fellow's laundry line.
Hi Beau. Well aren't you the Prairie Rose,
Smelling like a watermelon vine
know, off some fella's laundry line
Hi Beau, aren't you the Prairie Rose
Smellin' like a watermelon vine
Here's the man the Sheriff watches
On his
Carolina
to the sturdy vines in sunny California
Prairie King don't take nice things
from the promised land into America
I've been running for so long
Carolina
to the sturdy vines in sunny California
Prairie King don't take nice things
from the promised land into America
I've been running for so long
a-whistlin'"" and the ol' dust devils row
And the prairie dogs are sneezin', and a'freezin from the cold
Where the lonesome townie prairies melt into the airy
the grapes where the vine is
Wine in the cupboard, I'm a lover on a budget
Kindly tell me what the charge and the fine is
I pine for the cheese. No cake, then
I was born on the wide prairie
With it's wheat so wild and strong
I left my home when I turned twenny-one
Still dunno if I was wrong
Cuz I know
on the prairie
Trying to keep me buried
I took precautionary
Somehow a soul can get auctioned
Everyday is scary
It varies by the account
We struggle by
Depression hittin' us like a new vine
Do we look fine
Laying in my room
On a thin line (on a thin line c'mon)
Anxiety creeping its scary
Can't live my life
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