There is a place that I can go to

And sing away until my face turns blue.

Down behind the goat-pen, I'm all alone -

Singing to the milk cows back home.



CHORUS: do, do...



I've sung my songs in many places;

Echoed a tune to many furry faces.

And when you see Beau and me walking along -

We're singing the milk cows a song. (CHORUS)



Well I don't mind singing to you

Just want you to know that I've sung to the 'others' too.

So if you decide to leave me alone,

There's always the milk cows back home. (CHORUS)



Last line: Singing the milk cow blues, oh yeah!



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