From the recording Trevor's Country

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Lyrics

ON A LUSH HILL FAR AWAY
A WEATHERED COWBOY HE DID RIDE
SADDLE BAGS WERE FULL
HIS GOLDEN GUITAR AT HIS SIDE
A SOFT & GENTLE BREEZE WOULD BLOW
EACH TOWN HE RODE INTO
THERE HE SANG TO ALL THE FOLKS
THE GREAT HYMNS THAT HE KNEW

HE'D SAY, "I'M A CHRISTIAN COWBOY"
HE WOULD SOFTLY SAY
AND THE LORD; HE IS MY SAVIOUR
I KNOW, HE'S ALWAYS THERE

CROWDS WOULD SLOWLY GATHER 'ROUND
FROM BOTH FAR AND WIDE
TO HEAR THIS WEATHERED COWBOY
GOLDEN GUITAR AT HIS SIDE
WELL HE STRUMMED THAT GOLDEN GUITAR
AND LED OTHERS IN A PRAYER
WITH ARMS EMBRACED TOGETHER
IN A LOVE THAT THEY WOULD SHARE

HE'D SAY, "I'M A CHRISTIAN COWBOY"
HE WOULD SOFTLY SAY
AND THE LORD; HE IS MY SAVIOUR
I KNOW, HE'S ALWAYS THERE

ONE DAY YOU JUST MAY SEE HIM
ON A LUSH HILL FAR AWAY
RIDING ON THROUGH TO YOUR TOWN
HIS GUITAR THERE TO PLAY

HE'LL SAY, "I'M A CHRISTIAN COWBOY"
HE WILL SOFTLY SAY
AND THE LORD; HE IS MY SAVIOUR
I KNOW, HE'S ALWAYS THERE
YE I KNOW, HE'S ALWAYS THERE . . . . FOR ME
ON A LUSH HILL FAR AWAY