When a cowboy says women he means two different kinds
There's the real kind and then there's the kind in his mind, and
The real kind is a mystery that he can't understand
But the mind kind he knows like the palm of his hand
Oh the mind kind he knows like the palm of his hand

So up get along doggy
Little doggy get along
The nights are the prairie are lonely and long
And he'll camp down in the canyon
The moon lights the land
And he'll meet that old lady that he understands
Oh he'll meet that old lady that he understands

So Buck get your fiddle and play me that song
About the two kinds of women and the nights that are long, and
Camp down in the canyon, ladies so fine
And the one about how cowboys jack off all the time
Oh the one about how cowboys jack off all the time

And it's up get along doggy
Little doggy get along
The nights on the prairie are lonely and long
And old Buck loves to play
'Cause buck knows it's true
You know deep in his heart he's the damn cowboy too
I guess deep in our hearts we're all damn cowboys too
So up get along doggy
Little doggy get along
The nights are the prairie are lonely and long
And we'll camp down in the canyon
The moon lights the land
And meet there the ladies that we understand
Oh we'll meet there the ladies that we understand