| Campfires, coffee from a tin cup in my hand
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| Sure warms the fingers when it’s cold
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| Pickin' this ol' guitar, a friend I understand
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| It sure smooth the wrinkles in my soul
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| Sleepin' in the moonlight with a blanket for a bed
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| Leaves such a peaceful feelin' in my mind
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| Wakin' in the morning with an eagle over head
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| Makes me long to fly away before my time
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| And I think God must be a cowboy at heart
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| He made wide open spaces from the start
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| He made grass and trees and mountains and a horse to be a friend
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| And trails to lead ol' cowboys home again
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| The night life in big cities is alright for a while
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| Can sure make you feel good when you’re there
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| But the country’s so pretty, it goes on and on for miles
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| Takes away my troubles and my cares
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| And I think God must be a cowboy at heart
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| He made wide open spaces from the start
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| He made grass and trees and mountains and a horse to be a friend
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| And trails to lead ol' cowboys home again
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| And trails to lead ol' cowboys home again |