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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Orville Peck
Orville Peck
Vocals
Willie Nelson
Willie Nelson
Vocals
Beau Bedford
Beau Bedford
Acoustic Guitar
Ryan Ake
Ryan Ake
Electric Guitar
Paul Grass
Paul Grass
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ned Sublette
Ned Sublette
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Orville Peck
Orville Peck
Executive Producer
Beau Bedford
Beau Bedford
Producer
Jayk Cherry
Jayk Cherry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joel Raif
Joel Raif
Engineer
Randy Merrill
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Andrew Lappin
Andrew Lappin
Mixing Engineer
Pete Min
Pete Min
Vocal Recording Engineer
Steve Chadie
Steve Chadie
Vocal Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, there's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas
There's many a young boy who feels things he can't comprehend
And a 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
[Verse 2]
And I believe to my soul that inside every man is the feminine
And inside every lady, there's a deep manly voice loud and clear
And a cowboy may brag about things that he's done with his women
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer
[Chorus]
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?
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
[Verse 3]
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 a lady that's sleepin' in each cowboy's head
[Outro]
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other
What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?
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'd love to come out
And inside every cowboy, there's a lady that'd love to slip out
Written by: Ned Sublette
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