We heard them mooing all night
There was no milk next day
When Grandma heard those cows
Said there's just one thing to say

It's the Great Cow Migration
It's the Great Cow Migration
It's the Great Cow Migration of 1969

Life in Bethel it was short Until that fateful day
When every cow on Grandma's farm got up and went away
Grandpa was at Woodstock Jammin' in the mud
When me and Grandma noticed that some hoodlums stole our cud

So I hitched a ride down south cause cows like Florida I hear
And the hippie jams on the tie dyed bus was music to my ears
Well the cows turned up at Woodstock just to see the bands
And jam a while with grandpa and all the cool farmhands