Merle Haggard - Old drovers prayer

^CWhen supper is done and the campfire burns low, The cowboy stretched out on the g^Ground. ^CHis bedroll beneath him, his hat by his side, ^GHe hears the big herd bedded d^Cown.

T^Che cowboy nestles his head on his saddle, Breathes in the sweet desert ^Gair. He^C stares up above at the moon and the stars And^G repeats the old drover's p^Crayer:

^FO God in that heaven way ^Cup over me, Thanks kindly for another fine d^Gay. ^FI thank You also for the h^Corse that I ride. He's carried me al^Gl this long w^Cay.

I^C don't mind the dust that I eat back on drag As we drive this herd to the ^Grail. I^C'm thankful too for all the good men Who^G busted this long Chisholm ^CTrail.

I^C know it was them who had it so hard. They fought winter blizzards and ^Gsuch; A^Cnd thanks for the boss who keeps us in line. Wit^Ghout him we wouldn't do mu^Cch.

B^Cut most of all, God, when the campfire burns low, And this blanket's warm as can be^G, I^C won't worry about tomorrow, 'cause tonight, I'm^G proud you made a cowboy o^Cut o' me.

^FWell, I lay here at night^C not sure where You live, On the moon or behind that brigh^Gt star, ^FBut thanks anyhow for keep^Cing your watch O'er the cowboys w^Gho sleep by t^Chis fire.