Campfire coffee from a tin cup in my hand
It sure warms the fingers when it's cold
Playing an old guitar a friend I understand
It 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 up in the morning with an eagle over head
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
It 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