When you that I'm a cowboy And I work the cattle You assume I'm big and tough (big and tough) But the worn me down I don't hang around I've just about had (had enough) Ya see, I like a nice cup of And I like to my People magazine I my chaps But laughs And say they like that shade of green Oh no, it's I'm a sensitive cowboy and I don't know to do Oh no, kinda strange I'm the last sensitive on the range Well I try to eat a healthy balanced But they all eat brown beans from the can They all have to smoke about 6 a day think they was the Marlboro man And don't like to go to see the opera On Friday nights when they get And they don't help me in the hanging plants time there's a Native American raid Oh no, true I'm a sensitive cowboy and I don't what to do Oh no, it's kinda I'm the last cowboy on the range life sure is different these days.. Why your cattle when you can just use bovine psychology? Why have a gunfight there are so many good paralegals out there? Nobody drinks in bushwhacks anymore. Besides, all switching over to equal-salt produced jerkey. And if you're gonna ride off into the sunset, make sure using an effective sunblock. Oh no, true I'm a sensitive and I don't know what to do Oh no, it's kinda I'm the last sensitive on Oh no, true I'm a sensitive cowboy and I don't know to do Oh no, it's strange I'm the last cowboy on the range