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| A cowboy lay on the prairie
With his blanket on the sod. He gazed into the starry skies And began to talk to God. He said, "Lord, I hope you'll forgive me For running away from the farm. I know it hurt Maw and Paw, But I never meant no harm. I got tired of diggin' in the dirt And feeding hogs was hurtin' my pride On the prairie I feel like somebody And all I have to do is ride. The trail boss gave me a hat and boots Cause in stirrups bare feet don't fit. But, he made me promise to make the drive, And he said I couldn't quit. I'm the littlest cowboy here And I do miss Maw and Paw. I reckon I'll be shavin' by the time I get back to Arkansas. I ask, Lord, that you keep the rattlers away That crawl around at night. And, help me to wake up early. The boss said we'd be ridin' by first day light. I don't know if you talk to cowboys But, Paw said you was the boss. I know I'll need you before we get to Kansas 'Cause there's a lot of mean rivers to cross." |
