Broken Down Bovines

🎵 “Broken Down Bovines”
(By the Square Cow Crew)

[Verse 1]
Well it’s 6 AM and we’re ready to roll,
Got a four-man crew and a truck with no soul,
The tires bald, the brakes are shot,
And the AC’s hotter than a boiling pot.

Joe’s yellin’, “Kurt, this ain’t safe!”
But Kurt’s got coffee and a smirk on his face.
“Just jiggle the gear, and slam the hood,
She’ll run like crap, but she’ll run good!”

[Chorus]
🎵 These Square Cow trucks are fallin’ apart,
Leakin’ oil and breakin’ hearts.
We’re stranded again on the side of the road,
With a dresser, a piano, and no damn tow.
Every move’s a gamble, every shift’s a fight,
We’re haulin’ dreams in trucks that ain’t right.
And while Kurt’s in the office, clickin’ his pen,
We’re prayin’ this heap starts up again. 🎵

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[Verse 2]
Conner’s in the back with a busted jack,
Tryna lift a safe with a goddamn crack.
Brandon’s got the ramp, but it won’t unfold,
And Dillon’s swearing at the truck in bold.

We called dispatch — no one came,
Just got blamed like we’re insane.
Fernando said, “Just hit the clutch,”
But the clutch don’t work — we’re screwed as such.

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[Chorus]
🎵 These Square Cow trucks are held with tape,
Half a mirror and a license plate.
One backfire and the hood might fly,
And Paul’s out front just beggin’ to die.
We’re doin’ our best with a bucket of junk,
Tryna look pro in a deathtrap hunk.
While Kurt’s in the office, scratchin’ his chin,
We’re hotwired just to get jobs in. 🎵

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[Bridge]
Dillon broke his wrist last week,
Slipped off the lift ’cause the floorboard creaked.
Brandon dodged a fender flame,
We’re one loose bolt from a lawsuit claim.

Kurt just laughs, “That’s how it goes,”
From his desk where the AC blows.
“Y’all are tough, y’all make it work!”
We’re tough, all right — but you’re a jerk.

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[Verse 3]
Now we’re on the freeway, crawlin’ slow,
Gettin’ passed by grannies and a freakin’ crow.
The U-Haul dudes be honkin’ wild,
And we’re breakin’ down like a motherless child.

Smokin’ engine, dashboard lit,
Dillon says, “This truck’s full of sh—”
Joe kicks the tire, Paul lights a smoke,
And Brandon just laughs like it’s all a joke.

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[Final Chorus]
🎵 These Square Cow trucks got no damn pride,
We’re rollin’ shame down I-45.
With duct tape dreams and hopes in gear,
And the sound of doom in the rearview mirror.
If the brakes don’t fail, the axles might,
We’re chasin’ jobs in a truck that’s light—
On safety, power, and common sense…
While Kurt signs off on the next expense. 🎵

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