Magnar was sittinâ lonely, nursinâ a cold beer,
Neon lights a-glowinâ, but no cowboy near.
Then Norm walked in, muscles wide as the door,
Said âHowdy, partner, mind if I buy one more?â
Nothing happened at the Fargo Gay Bar,
Just two old cowboys talkinâ under neon stars.
I told my buddies, âBoys, donât you go too farâ
âCause nothing happened at the Fargo Gay Bar.â
We talked âbout tractors, we talked âbout trucks,
Then he leaned in close, Lord, I was thunderstruck.
Next thing I know, weâre dancinâ âcross that floor,
And I swore to my friends, âDonât ask me no more.â
Nothing happened at the Fargo Gay Bar,
Just two-steppinâ cowboys strumminâ old guitars.
I told the fellas, âDonât be raisinâ no jarâ
âCause nothing happened at the Fargo Gay Bar.â
Now every Friday night I swear I wonât go back,
But Normâs got a smile that keeps me on track.
When Saturday morninâ rolls around once more,
Iâm humminâ country love songs walkinâ out his door.
Nothing happened at the Fargo Gay Bar,
But Iâm ridinâ with Norm in his big olâ car.
I tell my buddies, âBoys, it ainât what you think,â
But my heartâs gone wild when he buys me that drink.
Yeah, nothing happened at the Fargo Gay BarâŠ
âCept a cowboy lovinâ me just the way I are.