OLD COWBOY'S PRAYER
Dear Lord, I 'spect it's near'n time
That this here trail ends.
And it's movin' on to higher ground
to Meet some good ole friends.
I've been a Cowboy all my life.
The years? I've lost the tally.
My knees gone stiff, my ole back sore,
I miss near all my dallies.
You Knowed me Lord, in younger day's
The laughin' campfire wit;
There weren't no steer I couldn't rope,
No horse I couldn't sit.
The Cowboy life's been good to me,
Though wrecks I've had my share.
I've broke some bones and lost some hide,
And laid my knuckles bare.
I'm kinda spooked to's how you feel
'Bout missin' Church and such.
A cow don't know it's Sunday, Lord ,
And'l try you just as much.
I'm not to fancy bout my prayers
Though I never miss a day,
To thank you for the troubles, Lord,
I've missed along the way.
I try to ponder what it's like;
The crossin', if it's rough;
Not knowin' what the trail's like'
Just makes it kinda tuff.
I'm sorta hopin' for a place,
Where grass grows stirrup high.
A mountain meadow green and wide,
Beneath a summer sky.
It's probably wrong to wish so much,
But, Lord I pray to Thee,
That when I'm with You by n' by
A COWBOY LET ME BE!
Written by Dick Powell