This living in town has it’s perks I guess but dang . . .
I found this. It helped.
Now a cowboy makes his living a horseback,
and most Sundays he’s on the range,
to the preacher and the deacons
this may seem a little strange.
But he doesn’t miss a chance to worship,
just because he’s not in town,
God build the range he works on
and he sees it all around.
When the snow melts in the spring
and the grass starts coming along,
it renews the cowboys spirit,
like night gives way to the dawn.
He looks out over his horses ears,
and watches the sun come up,
God building a new day around him
an it sure fills his cup.
He watches a wild ol range cow
as she licks her new born calf,
that’s God working before his eyes
and beats the city a mile an a half.
There’s wildlife all around him
all following natures course,
no man lives closer to God
than the one who does it on his horse.
Now a cowboys wild and reckless,
he may not stop and count the cost,
but he knows his maker better
than some who thinks he’s lost.
The good cowboy wont mistreat his horse
or let his company down,
he wont lie about what he’s done
but he may jar loose when he is in town,
he will ask the Lord forgiveness
the same as all the rest
then rope his morning horse
and try to do his best.
A top hand will ask no favors,
he takes the good with the bad
and he knows he wont face anything
as tough as his savior has.
He works in constant danger,
and he takes chances everyday,
but the Lord is right there with him
as he shows and lights the way.
I’ve been pinned down under snaky broncs
with no one around to lend a hand,
and come out just scratched and bruised
so I knew God was in command.
Well I’ve watched wild horses running
with an ol mare in the lead,
my throat gets tight an my heart beats fast
as God fills my special need,
You cant stack money high enough
to buy what God has done for me.
When he made me a buckaroo
and sent his Son to set me free,
as I ride across God’s country
with his handy work all in view,
My old Hamley saddle
makes a plumb good cowboy pew.
So as I work cows here on earth,
I am never at a loss,
that I’ll make the final round up,
where Christ is wagon boss.
Kokernot 06 Ranch
Fort Davis, Texas
You can’t stack money high enough to pay God for what he’s done for me.