The Cowpath Blues

[Verse 1] We’ve been walkin’ down this crooked road, Where every twist is someone’s “must-have” load. They say “be faster, work smarter —just choose.” But the path ain’t straight, no, it’s built to lose. And they shine up fancy tools like they’re payin’ dues… Man, I’ve got the cowpath blues. [Verse 2] They say, “AI is comin’, gonna save the day.” But they won’t fix the mess they made along the way. A tangle full of steps nobody needs, Forms on forms, five approvals just to breathe. Then they wonder why we ain’t flyin’—like we choose… Yeah, that’s the cowpath blues. [Chorus] You can pave it, smooth it, shine it up real fine, But a crooked path stays crooked every time. Try to automate chaos, you make faster bad news— Mm-hmm… those cowpath blues. [Bridge] If you want a better road, you start with a new one. You don’t paint stripes on the old, Then wonder why the wheels come undone. [Final Chorus] You can pave it, smooth it, shine it up real fine, But you can’t fix a bend with speed or shine. AI ain’t magic, it just follows what you choose— So don’t blame the tool For your cowpath blues.