Never thought I'd have a special thing, my special thing. Didn't think I would have anything that belonged to me. Till I took a job herding sheep one summer. Then this thing grabbed a hold of me and wouldn't let go. I said I wasn't queer, but what else do you call it. I don't want nothing but a blue eyed rodeo fuck up in my life.
Yeah he's my special thing. He gave me something up there on that mountain I wasn't looking for. I found a friend, ain't had many real friends in my life. He gave me something else I can't put into words. I'm not real good with words, but it don't seem to matter to him. Heck he talks enough for both of us.