Campfire, coffee, from a tin cup in my hand Sure warms the fingers when it's cold Playing an old guitar, a friend I understand Sure smoothes the wrinkles in my soul Sleeping in the moonlight, with a blanket for a bed It leaves a peaceful feeling in my mind Waking in the morning, with an eagle overhead Makes me long to fly away before my time. And I Think God must be a cowboy at heart He made wide open spaces from the start He made grass and trees and mountains and a horse to be a friend And trails to lead old cowboys home again. Night life in big cities is all right for a while Sure makes you feel good when you're there But the country's so pretty it goes on and on for miles It takes away my troubles and my cares. And I Think God must be a cowboy, at heart He made wide open spaces from the start He made grass and trees and mountains and a horse to be a friend And trails to lead old cowboys' home again And trails to lead old cowboys' home again