| Well, there’s many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas
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| There’s many a young boy who feels things he can’t comprehend
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| And a small town don’t like it when somebody falls between sexes
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| No, a small town don’t like it when a cowboy has feelings for men
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| And I believe to my soul that inside every man there’s the feminine
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| And inside every lady there’s a deep manly voice loud and clear
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| Well, a cowboy may brag about things that he’s done with his women
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| But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer
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| Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
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| Say, what do you think all them saddles and boots was about?
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| And there’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels for his
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| brother
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| And inside every cowboy there’s a lady that’d love to slip out
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| And there’s always somebody who says what the others just whisper
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| And mostly that someone’s the first one to get shot down dead
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| So when you talk to a cowboy don’t treat him like he was a sister
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| You can’t fuck with a lady that’s sleepin' in each cowboy’s head
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| Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
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| What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?
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| And there’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels for his
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| brother
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| And inside every lady there’s a cowboy who wants to come out
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| And inside every cowboy there’s a lady that’d love to slip out |