In Virginia they have black
cows
Black cows here, black cows
there
In Virginia they have black
cows
They have black cows everywhere.
I never saw a brown cow
A white cow, or a mixed
Because all they have is black
cows
In these Virginia hills.
I see them clustered 'round
the hay
That the farmer drops for
them
I see a field of near-motionless
black
As I ride around the bend.
I see the cows of black
In the distance and up close
I wonder why the cows don't
get cold
Standing in the field.