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 aga