Cattle.
I of ten get to wondering if they care.
Care to be so tightly packed.
Care to be hemmed in front and back.
Care to be constantly surprised.
Pested by the flies.
Dust in nose and eyes.
Over every rise.
Are they looking for wa ter?
Or do they care?
And when you see them
turn around and run.
Do they want to retrace their track?
Do they care when you turn
them back?
Do they care which way they should go?
care if that's dust or snow
would they really know
if that breeze was blowin' em
the scent of water
well you couldn't
smell much
through this darn dust
you can't see you can't think
and you gotta push em hard push
ahead to the next good drink
and in this chokin' stinkin'
talcum powder dust
I don't think they care keep em movin' there
I gotta get em to water
gotta get em to water
You watch them run and
wonder if they care
Care to be shouted
at and cursed
Care for this constant nagging thirst
Care to be pushed and shoved around
Tortured by the sound of
poof beats on the ground
And wishing they had found
just a trickle of water
Well you couldn't find much
in this darn dust
It's so thick, it's so hot
Gotta keep them on their
feet here
whether they care or not
Cause if they once go down they
don't get up,
they just lie and die and rot,
so keep a -movin' there.
I gotta get em to wa ter,
gotta get em to water, water.