I'm walking down the street I see a dime I pick it up
I'm watching vendor's there I drop it in his monkey's cup
I'm just a country boy the city don't suit me
Too many know-it-alls attempting to recruit me
I got to get back home and drink some whiskey with my cow, with my cow
His name is Darryl and I keep him in the front yard
He never sleeps at night because he knows that he's on guard
He's not for milkin not for showing he's my watchful cow
When I'm asleep at night and trouble starts a brewin'
And folks are doin' what they should be doin
My old friend Darryl wakes me up with his mooin'
He's cool he's faithful and nothing can defeat him
Too bad that someday soon I'll probably have to eat him
But not now, he's still my watchful cow, watch out now cow
Autor(es): Buck Bradberry / Chris Holden