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Corb Lund - Talkin' Veterinarian Blues Lyrics

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  • always taught me to do was get paid, cash money.
  • Jam and eggs is a kind enough thank you, but not for the
  • bookkeeper, not for the banker
  • The margin's thin on treatin' large animals unless it's a
  • purebred or, more understandable, a racehorse of some kind
  • You see son, city folks pay a high dollar to make sure Fido
  • ain't hot under the collar, that's where the money is
  • Boutique animal hospitals, shopping malls, *****er spaniels,
  • Pomeranians; hang your shingle
  • There was a blind old woman brings in a bird with a busted
  • wing and somewhere she heard we were good doctors
  • That night it died in the cage, under our care of
  • unknown cause but we'll make it square, these things happen
  • Only one cure though, quick trip to the pet store
  • Well mornin' come, didn't want to upset her; for her own
  • good I didn't see a need to tell her
  • "Not only you boys fixed his wing, but it appears as though
  • you taught him to sing, you are good doctors!
  • He ain't never sung before, I've had him for years!"
  • When you've been in the business as long as I have, you
  • begin to consider the plight of the calves
  • Fun lovin', frolickin', carefree little critters
  • The first few months ain't all that bad, they'll never forget
  • the good times they had
  • But then comes fall and brandin' times, stuck in the ribs with
  • a red hot iron
  • Tag in the ear, shots in the hip, the dehornin' paste and...
  • snip, snip, snip
  • Welcome to the world little buddy, it's no picnic
  • I've treated my share of sugar beet chokes, if it gets too bad
  • you gotta cut the throat and salvage the carcass, dress him
  • out on the spot
  • This one old steer, he choked real bad, in the corner of the
  • pen he's mighty mad
  • I poked at the beet, it wouldn't dislodge, the farmer says, "I
  • got a dull knife back at the garage"
  • I said "Go get it!" Gotta save the meat
  • I made the jugular cut, the steer jumped to his feet, shook
  • his head and coughed up the beet
  • Stood there and bled to death in front of his owner
  • "Thank you Doc... what do I owe ya?"
  • Well that's how it goes with the sugar beet chokes
  • Just don't get me started onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa bloats

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