Cowboys grave

Sweet mountain music played by nature

Smell the pines as they sway to the rhythm

My mind drifts off to a place of grandeur

So take me to a place

A place where only eagles fly and Angels sing

Take me to a cowboys grave

Across the prairies they do ride

But only with the Lord in their side

The will is his but the faith is mine

If I die before I wake

I pray I make it to a cowboys grave

He makes his life in the open range

Praying and hoping God guides his ways

But a cowboy knows he is only here for God knows the cowboy ways

And cowboys end I. A cowboys grave