Thank you Father for choosin the cowboy life for me
Riding the range, mending fences and sleeping under the stars
Enjoying all your creations, Father how awesome you are.
Some folks spend their days chasing silver and gold, you see
And when they finally get it it's easily wasted away
Me, I chase horses and cows most all of the day.
When the night comes, I'm tired, sore and cold
I make myself a fire, eat my vittles, spread out my bedroll.
Then I play my harmonica, singing out loudly and bold,
Til my good friend, Pumpkin is sound asleep.
And as I sink into peaceful and irreversible sleep
Please, please do not for me weep,
I happily lived my life as a cowboy,
the life God chose for me.