Lyrics Airborne Cowboy - Chris LeDoux

Sittin' on an airplane, headin' to Cheyenne
A bull on his mind and his hat in his hand
He tried to fit his saddle in the overhead bin
The stewardess said, "I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to check it in"

He's an airborne cowboy
His world keeps spinnin' around and around
He's an airborne cowboy
He don't know where he's at until he hits the ground

Hunkered on the back of a ragin' storm
He's diggin' in his spurs and strainin' on his arm
Well, the gate flew open and the big bull grinned
The next thing you know, our boy's flyin' again

He's an airborne cowboy
His world is spinnin' around and around
He's an airborne cowboy
He don't know what he's broke until he hits the ground

Well, sometimes he gets lucky, but mostly he don't
He's bettin' he will, but the odds say he won't
And a little bit touched since the day he was born
I guess you gotta be a fool to grab a bull by the horns

He's an airborne cowboy
His world keeps spinnin' around and around
He's an airborne cowboy
He don't know where he's at until he hits the ground

He's an airborne cowboy
Oh well, he don't know where he's at until he hits the ground