Country Moose and City Moose

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Country Moose, City MooseI look at his cold, dark eyes, and Buddy they don’t blinkAnd I still sense the presence, of animal instinctCos he was born in the land, of snow n pines n thorns And he wears his mighty antlers, like a crown of hornsCos when he roamed, his mountain home he was kingBut where I’m from brother there’s one big diff’rence between A country moose and a city mooseOne is wild and on the looseThe other’s mellow n tame, quiet n housetrainedThough when I’m drunk as a skunkThey both scare me in the darkcos you sure as hell need light to tell ‘em apartCountry moose and city mooseWhen we lived outside Denver, we had a llahma ranchTill their barn got buried, in a winter avalancheThen the only beasts I knew, were my cat n mother-in-lawBut I wanted something bigger, that didn’t have their clawsI hiked long miles, up in the wild one day last SpringCos where I’m from, Buddy there’s one big diff’rence betweenA country moose and a city mooseOne is wild and on the looseThe other’s mellow n tame, quiet n housetrainedThough when I’m drunk as a skunkThey both scare me in the darkcos you sure as hell need light to tell ‘em apartCountry moose and city mooseWhen I brought that big moose home, he was under controlI used our tabby’s furballs, to patch his bulletholeThen I mounted that moosehead, on the living room wallCos it went with the picture, of my mother-in-lawAnd I don’t care, he’s got a stare that’s hard n meanCos where I’m from, Brother there’s one big diff’rence betweenA country moose and a city mooseCountry moose and city moose…©2007 Robert George