There’s many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas;
There’s many a young boy who feels things he don’t comprehend.
Well small town don't like it when somebody falls between sexes,
No, a small town don't like it when a cowboy has feelings for men.
And I believe in my soul that inside every man there’s a feminine,
And inside every lady there’s a deep manly voice loud and clear.
Well, a cowboy may brag about things that he does with his women,
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer.
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other —
Say what did you think those saddles and boots was about?
And there’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels for his brother,
And inside every cowboy there's a lady that'd love to slip out.

And there's always somebody who says what the others just whisper,
And mostly that someone's the first one to get shot down dead:
So when you talk to a cowboy don't treat him like he was a sister
You can't fuck with the lady that's sleepin' in each cowboy's head.
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other —
What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?
And there’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels for his brother,
And inside every lady there's a cowboy who wants to come out.
And inside every cowboy there's a lady that'd love to slip out.