God Must Be a Cowboy

A campfire, some coffee
From a tin cup in my hand
Sure warms the fingers when it's cold
aplayin' an old guitar
A friend I understand
Sure smoothes the wrinkles in my soul

Asleepin' in the moonlight
A blanket for my bed
Leaves a peaceful feelin' in my mind ...
Wakin' up in the mornin'
With an eagle overhead
Makes me want to fly away before my time

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 a-gain

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 ...

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 a-gain

And trails to lead old cowboys home again.