Intro…. Campfire Coffee, From a tin cup in my hand It sure warms the fingers when it’s cold Playin an old guitar, a friend I understand It sure smooths the wrinkles in my soul Sleepin in the moonlight with a blanket for a bed It leaves a peaceful feelin in my mind Wakin up in the mornin with an eagle over-head Makes me long to fly away before my time. And I Think God must be a cowboy at heart Cause 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 Cause 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
