God Must Be A Cowboy



A campfire, some coffee from a tin cup

In my hand

Sure warms the fingers when it’s cold

A’playin’ an old guitar, a friend I

Understand

Sure smooths the wrinkles in my soul



A’sleepin’ in the moonlight, a blanket for

My bed

Leaves a peaceful feelin’ in my mind

Wakin’ up in the morning with an

Eagle overhead

Makes me want to fly away before

My time



(Chorus)



And I think God must be a cowboy at heart

He made wide-open spaces from the start

He made grass and trees and mountains

And a horse to be a friend

And trails to lead old cowboys home again



Night life and big cities is alright

For awhile

Sure makes you feel good when you’re there

But the country’s so pretty it goes

On and on for miles

Takes away my troubles and my cares



(Repeat chorus)



And trails to lead old cowboys home again