Starin at the south end of north bound cattle Slavin in the saddle all day Youve got to be some kind of natural born fool To want to live your life this way Well it cant be the cooking, it sure aint the money The devil made the horse that I ride The days are too long and the nights are too short And the boss aint never satisfied So what am I doing here Lord, what am I doing here Theres got to be something better up there So what am I doing here Sometimes I wonder in the lightning and the thunder If a cowboys even got a prayer And whyd you have to make it so hard down here When things are so much better up there Now the Lord called his angels all around the throne Said boys I must be wastin my time Cause I thought I gave the cowboy a pretty good life Now hes complaining till the day he diesYou might also like
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