SHEEP, LIES, AND AUDIO TAPE
© Greg Keeler 1991

The Dirt Bike Call
(to "Lonesome Cattle Call")

Out in the mountains, the air's sharp and clear.
The water is pure and the sounds that you hear
Are the howl of the the coyote and the wind in the pine,
But then comes the dirt bike's whine.
And it goes--

Chorus (substitute fart noises for yodeling in original version)

Out in the desert where silence is queen,
The life is quite fagile and the land is pristine,
>From the sage at your feet to the steep canyon wall,
But then comes the dirt bike's call.
And it goes--

Chorus

Out in the meadow, the bears are cavorting.
The elk is in rut with his bugle reporting.
An eagle screams down from the far timberline,
But then comes the dirt bike's whine.
And it goes--

Chorus

The meadow lark sounds so divine when it's singing,
And the brook's almost holy with its babble and ringing,
And the breeze in the forest is a tune to the heart,
But the dirt bike just sounds like a fart.
And it goes--

Chorus

Yes, the dirt bike just sounds like a fart.