Kicked By Cow Talking Blues, Three Chord One Take And To Hell With It

Kicked, Original By Gerry Hubbard

“Paul’s been kicked”, Aunt Madeline said, through the old crank phone we had
“A window’s broke, an artery’s cut and he’s bleeding pretty bad.”

“He was in the barn just doing chores, gettin’ milk ready to send
When he got kicked through a window by that Ayeshire on the end.”

So Mom came running to our barn where we were milking cows
And said, “LaVerne, go get the car, Paul needs a doctor now!”

So we pulled off the milk machines, shut down the vacuum pump
And in a fifty-one green Chevy, both of us did jump

We made the mile to Uncle Earle’s, the peddle to the floor
And came up fast to a skidding stop beside the red barn door

Paul was there beside the barn, both arm’s were wrapped in white
We could see the bright blood seeping through and his eyes and lips were tight

“I should’ve killed her long ago”, he said with a rueful grin
“That bitch gets out and kicks like hell now see the shape I’m in.”

The nearest doc in Middleburg was twenty-miles away
And we’ve never drove that Guinea road as fast as on that day

We took him to Doc Lyons, got his bone deep cuts all stitched
And he mostly said on the ride back home, “I’m gonna kill that bitch”

But he healed fast and has the scars and he never killed that cow
But I’ll bet it all comes back to him when he thinks about it now

That summer night, the shattered glass, those bruised and bloody arms
And the times that only can be had by working on a farm

And I bet he shares with a lot of us a kind of soothing fact.
If you’re raised up on a dairy farm, life’s easy after that.