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CAMP FIRE, COFFEE, FROM A TIN CUP IN MY HAND
SURE WARMS THE FINGERS, WHEN IT'S COLD
PLAYIN, AN OLD GUITAR, AND A FRIEND WHO UNDERSTANDS
SURE SMOOTHES THE WRINKLES, IN MY SOUL
SLEEPIN, IN THE MOONLIGHT, WITH A BLANKET FOR A BED
IT LEAVES A PEACEFUL FEELING IN MY MIND
WAKIN UP, IN THE MORNING, WITH AN EAGLE OVERHEAD
MAKES ME LONG TO FLY AWAY BEFORE MY TIME
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 FRIEND
AND TRAILS TO LEAD OLD COWBOYS, HOME AGAIN
THE NIGHT LIFE IN BIG CITIES, IS OK, FOR A WHILE
IT SURE MAKES YOU FEEL GOOD, WHEN YOU'RE THERE
BUT THE CITY IS SO PRETTY, IT GOES ON AND ON FOR MILES
IT TAKES AWAY MY TROUBLES, AND MY CARES
WELL 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 FRIEND
AND TRAILS TO LEAD OLD COWBOYS, HOME AGAIN
YES 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 FRIEND
AND TRAILS TO LEAD OLD COWBOYS, HOME AGAIN
HE MADE TRAILS TO LEAD OLD COWBOYS, HOME AGAIN