In dawning hours, a cold fog rose from the Tennessee River.
A slow but steady breeze blew a chilling wind that made you shiver.
From the training center came sobbing and yelps of pain;
And a growling voice demandingly asking, Aint you shamed?
Various voices sang;
In unison and pain.
Yelp ow! Ow, yelp! Ow, ow, ow.
The growl said, If you werent you will be now.
Lightning-like flashes glowed in the window pane.
Bring another cattle prod. Be sure the brand is the same.
Butch was handling handling and prodding internally.
Oh the noise, oh the noise, goodness gracious me!
In dawning hours, a cold fog rose from the Tennessee River.
A slow but steady breeze blew a chilling wind that made you shiver.
And you cringed at the noises coming from the training center.
Uh. Uh. Uh. uh.