Cowboy Heaven

John Wayne will be there and the steaks will be rare, in Cowboy Heaven; And the Posse will be – not gunning for me - in Blue Yonder sky The saloon’s never dry, it’s all free - you don’t buy, in Cowboy Heaven; Three fingers of rye, no more patch on my eye - in Blue Yonder Sky I’ll be riding off into the sunset, Saddled up on my trusty old steed But my permanent ‘get out of jail’ card, guarantees that by dawn I’ll be freed The Good Sheriff will be on the lookout for me, in Cowboy Heaven; Keeping injuns at bay, sending snakes the wrong way - in Blue Yonder sky My horse just won’t care, ‘cos them spurs won’t be there, in Cowboy Heaven; He’ll be swishing his mane on the tumbleweed plain - in Blue Yonder Sky There’ll be pictures of me nailed on every tree, in Cowboy Heaven; But there’ll be no reward , cos’ I’m loved by my Lord - in Blue Yonder Sky All the good guys in white, and fightin’ the good fight, in Cowboy Heaven; What a place it will be - and the Whiskey’s on me - in Blue Yonder Sky