They Threw The Cow

They threw the cow at me, tipping old Bessy over
Everyone could see that it was now or never
But the bank wanted money and was a-owing

The well dern gone dry despite the tears poppa cries
The money men with their lies say we have to say goodbye

And everyone could see Bessy was done fer lowing
And every body knew we didn't have a 4 leaf clover
Mamma held me so tightly when they said it was over

And someone's gonna buy it, that we can't deny
Build a home up to the sky with all that does imply.

Bessy was never the same after they tipped her over
And our friends never came to out home in the city
Where no one knew our shame or looked at us in pity

And mamma got a new dress and I got a brand new vest;
Never said we though we was blessed but I think pappa guessed

Cuz one day he was gone and old Bessie had vanished too
They'd gone down the road in an old tractor, and you know
We followed, never found 'em, so maybe it's not over yet