Merle Haggard – Old Drovers Prayer (Guitar)

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When supper is done and the campfire burns low,

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The cowboy stretched out on the ground.

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His bedroll beneath him, his hat by his side,

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He hears the big herd bedded down.

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The cowboy nestles his head on his saddle,

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Breathes in the sweet desert air.

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He stares up above at the moon and the stars

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And repeats the old drover's prayer:

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O God in that heaven way up over me,

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Thanks kindly for another fine day.

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I thank You also for the horse that I ride.

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He's carried me all this long way.

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I don't mind the dust that I eat back on drag

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As we drive this herd to the rail.

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I'm thankful too for all the good men

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Who busted this long Chisholm Trail.

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I know it was them who had it so hard.

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They fought winter blizzards and such;

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And thanks for the boss who keeps us in line.

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Without him we wouldn't do much.

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But most of all, God, when the campfire burns low,

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And this blanket's warm as can be,

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I won't worry about tomorrow, 'cause tonight,

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I'm proud you made a cowboy out o' me.

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Well, I lay here at night not sure where You live,

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On the moon or behind that bright star,

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But thanks anyhow for keeping your watch

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O'er the cowboys who sleep by this fire.