God Must Be A Cowboy

Campfires, coffee from a tin cup in my hand
Sure warms the fingers when it’s cold
Pickin' this ol' guitar, a friend I understand
It sure smooth the wrinkles in my soul
Sleepin' in the moonlight with a blanket for a bed
Leaves such a peaceful feelin' in my mind
Wakin' in the morning with an eagle over head
Makes me long 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 ol' cowboys home again
The night life in big cities is alright for a while
Can sure make 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 ol' cowboys home again
And trails to lead ol' cowboys home again