God Must Be A Cowboy
A campfire, some coffee from a tin cup
In my hand
Sure warms the fingers when itâÂÔé¼ÂÔäós cold
AâÂÔé¼ÂÔäóplayinâÂÔé¼ÂÔäó an old guitar, a friend I
Understand
Sure smooths the wrinkles in my soul
AâÂÔé¼ÂÔäósleepinâÂÔé¼ÂÔäó in the moonlight, a blanket for
My bed
Leaves a peaceful feelinâÂÔé¼ÂÔäó in my mind
WakinâÂÔé¼ÂÔäó 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 youâÂÔé¼ÂÔäóre there
But the countryâÂÔé¼ÂÔäós 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
