Jeff Gangwer - Milking the Heifers lyrics

Sometimes—but always in the afternoon— I'd hang out with Salvador, the hired man, And I'd watch him milk the heifers in the milking parlor I'd help him apply and remove the pulsating milk machines— The a**emblies of teacups, claws, and tubes— And we'd talk about W.C.W. wrestlers like Rey Misterio, Jr. I'd nod and smile and struggle to understand his broken English Years later, I came home to see him in the hospital— My friend who died too young