Queer Cowboy

From the broad cactus desert to the high mountain pines
I searched for a fellow, one I could call mine
Down in ole Kentucky in a swingin’ door saloon
I saw his eyes a sparkling and boys I had to swoon

He’s my queer cowboy from his hat on down
Yipee kye yay-ee, I’m lasso bound

He don’t twirl a pistol, he don’t ride the range
But he makes my spurs jingle, that will never change
Under his belt buckle, his hips are wild and free
When his pearls are snapping off, it’s happy trails for me

He’s my queer cowboy from his hat on down
Yipee kye yay-ee, I’m lasso bound

Way out on the prairie the coyotes howl and whine
When his pony trots away, I sit alone and pine
I know he’s a nomad, bound to ramble and roam
But after that fall roundup, I know he’s coming home

He’s my queer cowboy from his hat on down
Yipee kye yay-ee, I’m lasso bound

He’s my queer cowboy with country roots
Yipee kye yay-ee, we’re knockin’ boots