Old Drovers Prayer chords

[INTRO]
[F] [C] [G] [C]

[VERSE 1]
[C]When supper is done and the campfire burns low,
The cowboy stretched out on the g[G]round.
[C]His bedroll beneath him, his hat by his side,
[G]He hears the big herd bedded d[C]own.

[VERSE 2]
T[C]he cowboy nestles his head on his saddle,
Breathes in the sweet desert [G]air.
He[C] stares up above at the moon and the stars
And[G] repeats the old drover's p[C]rayer:

[CHORUS]
[F]O God in that heaven way [C]up over me,
Thanks kindly for another fine d[G]ay.
[F]I thank You also for the h[C]orse that I ride.
He's carried me al[G]l this long w[C]ay.

[INTERLUDE]
[F] [C] [G] [C]

[VERSE 3]
I[C] don't mind the dust that I eat back on drag
As we drive this herd to the [G]rail.
I[C]'m thankful too for all the good men
Who[G] busted this long Chisholm [C]Trail.

[VERSE 4]
I[C] know it was them who had it so hard.
They fought winter blizzards and [G]such;
A[C]nd thanks for the boss who keeps us in line.
Wit[G]hout him we wouldn't do mu[C]ch.

[VERSE]
B[C]ut 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[C]ut o' me.

[CHORUS 2]
[F]Well, I lay here at night[C] not sure where You live,
On the moon or behind that brigh[G]t star,
[F]But thanks anyhow for keep[C]ing your watch
O'er the cowboys w[G]ho sleep by t[C]his fire.