I pull my hat brim...
I pull my hat brim down, and look across this land, that my daddy had given to me.
Wide open spaces, filled with trees and hills as far as the eye can see, as the sun rises, I say a thankful prayer, before my day comes to a start cause if you could see what I see, then you would know that God must be a cowboy at heart.
As I wipe the sweat, form my brow, I can’t help to fell sad, for all those city folks, who seem to have it so bad.
They can’t even walk down street without worrying if they’re gonna be robbed, stabbed or shot. I just can’t see how they do it, not knowing if they will make home or not.
Yes sir I’m feeling kinda proud here on this land, where man knows his part, and now I can’t help but to grin, cause I know for sure.. That God is a cowboy by heart.