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The smell of rain on the earth does something to the inside of me.
It makes my heart all tender-like and full of thanks.
The same sweet rain on my parched lips tastes especially good.
It raises a rich-smelling mist from the back of my horse and gives me a feeling of
wealth.
Do you feel it?
You must be part cowboy....
The sound of that calf bawling for his mammy makes me feel at home.
The coyote off on that ridge over there, he makes me glad I've got a home.
And the mourning doves low, soft call makes me hear my mother singing long
ago.
Do you hear it?
You must be part cowboy....
Seeing the rolling swell of the hills and the depths of these purple canyons,
Makes me respect their Maker, knowing full well in my spirit there's a Higher
Power I'll answer to.
Watching what man calls Mother Nature, the changing of the seasons, life &
death, the growing of things, and the creatures He's arranged to be here.
It makes me see my life as different from what most folks live.
Do you see it?
Then you must be part cowboy....
Feelin' this horse between my knees, his breathin' & snortin', makes me feel
I have a good friend.
Whistlin' up that shepherd pup whose turnin' back an old cow tryin' to sneak
off makes me feel I've been a friend.
Guess I haven't had much chance to be a friend to man.
Do you feel that too, sometimes?
Then I think that you must be part cowboy....
I heard tell of a Man called Jesus who rode a colt, a donkey colt, into the streets
of Jerusalem.
Heard He's comin' back someday one a big white horse to claim this land the
world has smudged.
Heard He'll round up all the folks who wear his brand and that He has a real
special outfit where they'll have still waters and green pastures.
He must be part cowboy..
And if He is part cowboy, then I think it wouldn't hurt none to be part like Him.
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