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 smooths the wrinkles in my soul sleeping in the moonlight a blanket or a bed it leaves a peaceful feeling in my mind waking up in the morning with an eagle overhead makes me long to fly away before my time 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 print trails to lead old cowboys home again the nightlife in big cities is alright for a while it sure make you feel good when you're there but the country is so pretty it goes on and on for miles and 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 print trails to lead old cowboys home again trails to lead old cowboys home again