Cowboys Prayer, Oh Bury Me Not
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Lord IA've never lived where churches grow
I loved creation better as it stEood
That day you finished it so long ago
And looked upon your work and called it goAod
I know tAhat others find you in the light
That sifted down through tinted window paEnes
And yet I seem to feel you near tonight
In this dim quiet starlight on the plAains
I thanAk you Lord that I'm placed so well
That you've made my freedom so comEplete
That I'm no slave to whistle clock or bell
Nor weak eyed prisoner of Wall StrAeet
Just let mAe live my life as I've begun
And give me work that's open to the skEy
Make me a partner of the wind and sun
And I won't ask a life that's soft or hAigh
Let me beA easy on the man that's down
Let me be square and generous with aEll
I'm careless sometimes Lord when I'm in town
But never let 'em say I'm mean or smAall