Talkin' Veterinarian Blues Lyrics - Singles - 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 onnnnnnnnnn...... alfalfa bloats