Riding on the range in the cold
Makes him wish he was a plumber
Sleeping on the ground by the fire
With his horse is a bummer
But driving into town once a month
To find a woman is even dumber
Oh, but he does it
Cause he's a cowboy
Hey, a full grown whale
Could drown when the rain
Starts a-falling
And slopping through mud
And singing to a cow
Ain't his calling
And it drives him up a wall
Everytime he hears
The little doggies a-bawling
Oh, but he listens
He's a cowboy
He goes yodel-iddle-lay-dee
Rough and tough and ready
Eating cowboy stew
It's stringy, it's tough
But he gobbles it up
Like his movie star heroes do
There ain't any outlaws left
For the good guys to battle
And it sure gets old
Just sitting there tall
In the saddle
His home on the range ain't nothing
But a house full of cattle
Oh, but he punches them
He's a cowboy
Yodel-iddle-lay-dee
He's rough and tough and ready
Eating cowboy stew
It's stringy and it's tough
But he gobbles it up
Like his movie star heroes do
Riding on the range in the cold
Makes him wish he was a plumber
And sleeping on the ground by the fire
With his horse is a bummer
But driving into town once a month
To find a woman is even dumber
Oh, but he does it
He's a cowboy
Whoa, boy