God Must Be A Cowboy

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 gra*s 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 again