They don’t need much waterin’, really, they just eat and drink and snooze
Like a bunch of fat ol’ bankers on an all-expense-paid cruise
We’re not gettin’ many feeders, not since summer took the bait
Guess the order buyer’s coastin’, I been told they hibernate!
Half the crew’s been on vacation, I took mine way back in June
Whoa! Better ride a little slower, I might finish way too soon!
All the sick pens dang near empty, ’cept a few ol’ chronic pets
So I pull the odd puffed-up one, helps to justify the vets
But mostly I just check the pens if there ain’t no fats to ship
And I do some contemplatin’, ain’t nobody cracks the whip
But my cowboy intuition says enjoy it while you can
’Cause a thunderhead is buildin’ that will change the battle plan
When the dog days in the feedlot will have finally run their course
And the fall’ll bear down on us like she’s ridin’ hell’s own horse! 
