(Jessie's note: I didn't used to enjoy this song too much at first, but I think it's kind of growing on me. The cowboy sounds awful sweet.)
When you hear that I'm a cowboy
And I work the cattle trail
You probably assume I'm big and tough
(Big and tough)
But the trail's worn me down
I don't wanna hang around
I've just about had enough
(Had enough)
You see, I like a cup of espresso
And I like to read my People magazine
I coordinate my chaps but everybody laughs
And say they don't like that shade of green
Oh no, it's true
I'm a sensitive cowboy and
I don't know what to do
Oh no, it's kinda strange
I'm the last sensitive cowboy on the range
Well I try to eat
A healthy balanced diet
But they all eat their
Brown beans from the can
They all have to smoke
About six packs a day
You'd think they was the Marlboro Man
(*gasp* Smooooth! *choke*)
And they don't like
To go to see the opera
(Aaaaah!)
On Friday nights when they get paid
And they don't help me
Bring in the hanging plants
Every time there's a Native American raid
Oh no, it's true
I'm a sensitive cowboy and
I don't know what to do
Oh no, it's kinda strange
I'm the last sensitive cowboy on the range
(*spoken* Cowboy life sure is different these days. Why brand yer cattle when you can just use bovine psychology? Why have a gunfight when there are so many good paralegals out there? Nobody drinks and bushwhacks any more. Besides, we're all switchin' over to eatin' salt-reduced tofu jerky. And if yer gonna ride off into the sunset, make sure yer usin' an effective sunblock. )
Oh no, it's true
I'm a sensitive cowboy and
I don't know what to do
Oh no, it's kinda strange
I'm the last sensitive cowboy on
Oh no, it's true
I'm a sensitive cowboy and
I don't know what to do
Oh no, it's kinda strange
I'm the last sensitive cowboy on the range
