Talkin’ Veterinarian Blues - Corb Lund

Talkin' Veterinarian Blues - Corb Lund
Well my Daddy's a vet and if I was one too
The one thing he always taught me to do was get paid cash money
Jam and eggs is a kind enough thank you
But not for the bookkeeper not for the banker
The margin's thin on treatin' large animals unless it's a
Purebred or more understandable a racehorse of some kind
You see son city folks pay a high dollar to make sure Fido
Ain't hot under the collar that's where the money is
Boutique animal hospitals shopping malls cocker spaniels
Pomeranians; hang your shingle
There was a blind old woman brings in a bird with a busted
Wing and somewhere she heard we were good doctors
That night it died in the cage under our care of
Unknown cause but we'll make it square these things happen
Only one cure though quick trip to the pet store
Well mornin' come didn't want to upset her; for her own
Good I didn't see a need to tell her
"Not only you boys fixed his wing but it appears as though
You taught him to sing you are good doctors
He ain't never sung before I've had him for years "
When you've been in the business as long as I have you
Begin to consider the plight of the calves
Fun lovin' frolickin' carefree little critters
The first few months ain't all that bad they'll never forget
The good times they had
But then comes fall and brandin' times stuck in the ribs with
A red hot iron
Tag in the ear shots in the hip the dehornin' paste and
Snip snip snip
Welcome to the world little buddy it's no picnic
I've treated my share of sugar beet chokes if it gets too bad
You gotta cut the throat and salvage the carcass dress him
Out on the spot
This one old steer he choked real bad in the corner of the
Pen he's mighty mad
I poked at the beet it wouldn't dislodge the farmer says "I
Got a dull knife back at the garage"
I said "Go get it " Gotta save the meat
I made the jugular cut the steer jumped to his feet shook
His head and coughed up the beet
Stood there and bled to death in front of his owner
"Thank you Doc what do I owe ya "
Well that's how it goes with the sugar beet chokes
Just don't get me started on alfalfa bloats