God Must Be a Cowboy

A campfire, coffee

From a tin cup in my hand

It sure warms the fingers when it's cold

Playing an old guitar

A friend I understand

Sure smooth the wrinkles in my soul

Sleeping in the moonlight

A blanket for a bed

It leaves a peaceful feeling in my mind

Waking up in the morning

With an eagle overhead

Makes me long to fly away before my time

And I think God must be a cowboy at heart

'Cause 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

The night life in big cities

Is alright for awhile

It sure makes you feel good when you're there

But the country's so pretty

It goes on and on for miles

And it takes away my troubles and my cares

And I think God must be a cowboy at heart

'Cause 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

And trails to lead old cowboys home again