1: Starin' at the south end of north bound cattle
Slavin' in the saddle all day
You've got to be some kind of natural born fool
To want to live your life this way
2: Well it can't be the cooking, it sure ain't the money
So what am I doing here Lord, what am I doing here
There's got to be something better up there
So what am I doing here
BRIDGE
Sometimes I wonder in the lightning and the thunder
If a cowboy's even got a prayer
And why'd you have to make it so hard down here
When things are so much better up there
3: Now the Lord called his angels all around the throne