Corb Lund

Corb Lund - Talkin' Veterinarian Blues

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Well my Daddy's a vet and if I was one too, the one thing he<br />

Always taught me to do was get paid, cash money.<br />

Jam and eggs is a kind enough thank you, but not for the<br />

Bookkeeper, not for the banker<br />

The margin's thin on treatin' large animals unless it's a<br />

Purebred or, more understandable, a racehorse of some kind<br />

You see son, city folks pay a high dollar to make sure Fido<br />

Ain't hot under the collar, that's where the money is<br />

Boutique animal hospitals, shopping malls, cocker spaniels, <br />

Pomeranians; hang your shingle<br />

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There was a blind old woman brings in a bird with a busted<br />

Wing and somewhere she heard we were good doctors<br />

That night it died in the cage, under our care of<br />

Unknown cause but we'll make it square, these things happen<br />

Only one cure though, quick trip to the pet store<br />

Well mornin' come, didn't want to upset her; for her own<br />

Good I didn't see a need to tell her<br />

"Not only you boys fixed his wing, but it appears as though<br />

You taught him to sing, you are good doctors! <br />

He ain't never sung before, I've had him for years!"<br />

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When you've been in the business as long as I have, you<br />

Begin to consider the plight of the calves<br />

Fun lovin', frolickin', carefree little critters<br />

The first few months ain't all that bad, they'll never forget<br />

The good times they had<br />

But then comes fall and brandin' times, stuck in the ribs with<br />

A red hot iron<br />

Tag in the ear, shots in the hip, the dehornin' paste and... <br />

Snip, snip, snip<br />

Welcome to the world little buddy, it's no picnic<br />

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I've treated my share of sugar beet chokes, if it gets too bad<br />

You gotta cut the throat and salvage the carcass, dress him<br />

Out on the spot<br />

This one old steer, he choked real bad, in the corner of the<br />

Pen he's mighty mad<br />

I poked at the beet, it wouldn't dislodge, the farmer says, "I<br />

Got a dull knife back at the garage"<br />

I said "Go get it!" Gotta save the meat<br />

I made the jugular cut, the steer jumped to his feet, shook<br />

His head and coughed up the beet<br />

Stood there and bled to death in front of his owner<br />

"Thank you Doc... what do I owe ya?"<br />

Well that's how it goes with the sugar beet chokes<br />

Just don't get me started onnnnnnnnnn... alfalfa bloats

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