Cowboys Prayer

Lord, [A]I've never lived where churches grow,
I loved creation better as it s[E]tood,

That day you finished it so long ago,
And looked upon your work and called it g[A]ood,

(verse 2)
I know [A]that others find you in the light,
That sifted down through tinted window p[E]anes,

And yet I seem to feel you near tonight
In this dim , quiet starlight on the [A]plains,

(verse 3)
I tha[A]nk you, Lord, that I'm placed so well,
That you've made my freedom so co[E]mplete,

That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell,
Nor weak eyed prisoner of Wall St[A]reet,

(verse 4)
Just let [A]me live my life as I've begun,
And give me work that's open to the s[E]ky,

Make me a partner of the wind and sun,
And I won't ask a life that's soft or [A]high,

(verse 5)
Let me b[A]e easy on the man that's down,
Let me be square and generous with [E]all,

I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town,
But never let 'em say I'm mean or s[A]mall,