Lyrics
we saw lou reed cow tippin
We saw lou reed cow tippin, i said i got a little story to tell
we wear back in new york
We saw lou reed cow tippin, we wear back in new york
we wear back in new york
he wasn t eating them
In a pasture, but we swear to god
We saw lou reed cow tippin, the color of blue varnish
And we can t say how much we ve been sippin, we saw a figure dressed in black
we wear back in new york
we wear back in new york
behind a brokedown shack
we were drivin through west texas
But we swear to god, we saw a figure dressed in black
where they tend the hides of leather
But we swear to god, and we don t mean to sound like we re trippin
We saw a figure dressed in black, under a spitshine western sky
He was wearing black levis, we saw lou reed cow tippin, actually i m thinkin more like jim jarmusch
Where they tend the hides of leather, i got cops on the cell
and we don t mean to sound like we re trippin