A Cowboys Prayer

A Lord, I've never lived where churches grow, E I loved creation better as it stood, That day you finished it so long ago, A And looked upon your work and called it good, A I know that others find you in the light, E That sifted down through tinted window panes, And yet I seem to feel you near tonight A In this dim , quiet starlight on the plains, A I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well, E That you've made my freedom so complete, That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell, A Nor weak eyed prisoner of Wall Street, A Just let me live my life as I've begun, E And give me work that's open to the sky, Make me a partner of the wind and sun, A And I won't ask a life that's soft or high, A Let me be easy on the man that's down, E Let me be square and generous with all, I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town, A But never let 'em say I'm mean or small