A Cowboys Prayer of Thanks
As I ride this open range I’d like to thank the Honcho in the sky,
For bushwhack beans and jerky with a wedge of Huckleberry pie.
For the lonesome sound of the whistle from a far off distant train,
And the sweet smell of the sagebrush right after a springtime rain.
And thank you for the saloon girl, she loves me I’ve been told,
I know that she surely must because she’s got a heart of gold.
I’d like to say thanks for my spurs that jingle when I walk,
And for my chewin’ tobacco that splatters when I talk.
Thank you Lord for sending me these cowboys that I can trust,
To help me watch over the cattle cause out here that’s a must.
And thank you for the prairies and a land that is so wide,
I can find my solitude knowing that from you I’ll never hide.
I thank you Lord for all your blessings that you’ve granted me,
And thank you for my life because a cowboy is what I chose to be.
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