Well, his cattle each have numbers

And they all eat in a line

When he turns the floodlights on each night

Of course the herd looks perfect!

Computer Cowboy.



Well, he rides the range 'til midnight

And the wild coyotes yowl

As he trots beneath the floodlights

And of course the rhythm is perfect!

Computer Cowboy.



Ride along computer cowboy

To the city just in time

To bring another system down

And leave your alias behind:

Computer syscrusher.



Computer syscrusher.



Crusher. Syscrusher.



Syscrusher.



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Computer syscrusher.