Текст песни God Must Be a Cowboy - Big Tom

Campfire, coffee, from a tin cup in my hand
Sure warms the fingers when it's cold
Playing an old guitar, a friend I understand
Sure smoothes the wrinkles in my soul
Sleeping in the moonlight, with a blanket for a bed
It leaves a peaceful feeling in my mind
Waking in the morning, with an eagle overhead
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 old cowboys home again.

Night life in big cities is all right for a while
Sure makes you feel good when you're there
But the country's so pretty it goes on and on for miles
It 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 old cowboys' home again
And trails to lead old cowboys' home again