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The Cow Punchers

About Me

THE COW PUNCHERS ARE A NEW GROUP OF RENEGADE MINSTRELS STEEPED IN AN OLD TRADITION. MISPLACED IN THE EVER SHRINKING WORLD, CLUTCHING ON WITH DIRTY FINGERNAILS TO ALL THEY HAVE LEFT; CAMPFIRES, BEANS, MOONSHINE, GAMBLING, WHORE-HOUSES, TRAIN-ROBBING, BANJO BREAKING AND MOST IMPORTANTLY THE SONGS THAT TELL THEIR STORY. THIS LIFE MAKES THEM COWPUNCHING MEN. ITS NOT JUST ABOUT LANDING A RIGHT HOOK BETWEEN THE EYES OF AN UNSUSPECTING BOVINE - BUT THATS THE BEST BIT.
THIS BAND IS CURRENTLY UNDER CONSTRUCTION BENEATH THE STARS ON A PRAIRIE SOMEWHERE NEAR YOU.
DO YOU RATE YOURSELF AS A COWPUNCHER? If so get in touch and maybe you want to come and hang out and play some tunes. all you need is the abillity to get very drunk on cheap liqour whilst maintaing the ability to remember over 900 verses to 'Jesse James'. Applicants with the ability to get up and do it all over again the very next day will gain added consideration. Part-time or weekend cowpunchers need not apply. Applications from executive bonding classes will be ridden out of town with their asses branded.............

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Member Since: 14/02/2007
Band Members: Pablo D. Ablo;
Simon Shawshot;
Low-gun Wilson;
Marshall B. Blaka;
Alfredo 'Dirty' Bernardi;
Miss Holly Punge Palmer;
Hard hittin' Harv';
more and maybe you?
Influences:

What my steer, Elvis, has taught me.

By Jon Katz

"I had to punch my new Brown Swiss steer in the nose recently. I'm not proud of it, but he had it coming. Elvis, who weighs 1,800 pounds, had sneaked up behind me and grabbed the hood of my sweatshirt in his mouth. That I was wearing the shirt seemed of no concern to him. I felt my feet lift off the ground. He was dangling me like a Labrador enjoying a smelly sock.So, I wriggled around and slugged him—more of a tap, really. He seemed startled, even hurt. He let go. Feeling bad, I wondered if a cow could be trained."

"He needed it."

"We've never seen such a friendly cow, farmer friends kept telling me. True enough. When people enter the pasture, Elvis comes running up to greet them. The effect is rather like a building lifting off its foundations and charging down a hill: You just pray he can stop if he wants to. He sticks out his big tongue and slurps. He grabs at shirts and hats. If you sit down, he'll happily put his head in your lap. But since his landings are neither graceful nor accurate, it's not an entirely welcome gesture."
Sounds Like: Four in the morning using cheap vodka as a gargle.
Record Label: MOOIN' BALLBAG RECORDING CO.

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