I'm just a lonesome Jewish cowboy on the range. All the shiksa cowgirls think I'm strange. I left my whole mishpoochah in New York. I'm surrounded by cowboys eatin' pork. I'm always getting lost on Saturday. Cowboys leave me trailing while I pray. Not one synagog for a thousand miles. I have to say my brochah near manure piles. All my Meneschewitz has gone flat Yarmulke 'neeth my ten gallon hat Cowboy Morris Goldberg is my name And driving kosher cattle is my game.
I'm just a lonesome Jewish cowboy on the range. All the shiksa cowgirls think I'm strange. The girls in the brothel are surprised. 'Cause I'm the only cowboy circumcised. Blowing the shofar every year, Gets me stampeded by the steer I can't ride on this saddle anymore All this bouncing's made my tuchas sore I'm the rootinest tootinest rabbi in the land But livin' on the range ain't all that grand Wish I could go home today But I can't ride the train on Saturday