Sittin' on an airplane, headin' to Cheyenne A bull on his mind and his hat in his hand He tried to fit his saddle in the overhead bin The stewardess said, "I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to check it in" He's an airborne cowboy His world keeps spinnin' around and around He's an airborne cowboy He don't know where he's at until he hits the ground ♪ Hunkered on the back of a ragin' storm He's diggin' in his spurs and strainin' on his arm Well, the gate flew open and the big bull grinned The next thing you know, our boy's flyin' again He's an airborne cowboy His world is spinnin' around and around He's an airborne cowboy He don't know what he's broke until he hits the ground ♪ Well, sometimes he gets lucky, but mostly he don't He's bettin' he will, but the odds say he won't And a little bit touched since the day he was born I guess you gotta be a fool to grab a bull by the horns He's an airborne cowboy His world keeps spinnin' around and around He's an airborne cowboy He don't know where he's at until he hits the ground He's an airborne cowboy Oh well, he don't know where he's at until he hits the ground