Old Drovers Prayer

[Intro] [Verse 1] When supper is done and the campfire burns low The cowboy stretched out on the ground. His bedroll beneath him his hat by his side He hears the big herd bedded down. [Verse 2] The cowboy nestles his head on his saddle Breathes in the sweet desert air. He stares up above at the moon and the stars And repeats the old drover’s prayer: [Chorus] O God in that heaven way up over me Thanks kindly for another fine day. I thank You also for the horse that I ride. He’s carried me all this long way. [Interlude] [Verse 3] I don’t mind the dust that I eat back on drag As we drive this herd to the rail. I’m thankful too for all the good men Who busted this long Chisholm Trail. [Verse 4] I know it was them who had it so hard. They fought winter blizzards and such; And thanks for the boss who keeps us in line. Without him we wouldn’t do much. [Verse] But most of all God when the campfire burns low And this blanket’s warm as can be I won’t worry about tomorrow ’cause tonight I’m proud you made a cowboy out o’ me. [Chorus 2] Well I lay here at night not sure where You live On the moon or behind that bright star But thanks anyhow for keeping your watch O’er the cowboys who sleep by this fire.