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It was the 23rd of May and I heard the sergeant say,"Fuck it, round up the usual suspects and call it a dayWe've got no time to mess aroundAnd I'm not dying in this shit hole town for a soldier'spay"it was too good to be true, but my discharge came throughAnd I was on the first bird out that I could findRode that C-17 into StuttgartFall roundup on my mindWhen my brothers picked me upWe got way deep in our cupsWe must've tore old Rapid city downMy big brother Jack said "Boy it's good to see you backWhat you gonna do now, what you gonna do now?"Because there ain't much between the Pole and South DakotaAnd barbed wire won't stop the windYou won't get nothing here but broke and olderIf I was you I might re-up againWell, we had good rain this yearDad fed in some charolais steersgot them way cheap out of TexasBecause of the drouthLetras de cancionesWe put them out on oatsThey hadn't yet grown their winter coats away down southIt was barely even fallBut that blizzard got them allLeft them sprawled across the pasture Stiff as boardsYou take a sharp knife in your handSkin them out while you still canAnd curse the lordCurse the lordThese old hides are not worth muchSo we'll pitch them off the truckPile them up by the horse trough in the lotBecause they sell by the poundThey weigh like lead if you wet them downAnd they're all we gotWith a gas lease or two we might've just made dueBut there's nothing under this ground worth a dimeNow the sheriff's on his way and it's damn sure not our dayIt's just our time From Letras Mania