When I see the way the sunsets Paint the skies across the plains How sunrise burns through the trees I believe the One that made it Must’ve known a cowboy’s ways The red rocks in the canyons Cottonwoods along the banks The lonesome sound of a whippoorwill Echoing through the air I believe the One that made them Must’ve known a cowboy’s ways God must’ve been a cowboy His hands caressed the western lands Made freedom an open range Where the rivers run like silver And the mountains guard the plains Yeah, God must’ve been a cowboy ’Cause He knew a cowboy’s ways He carved the winding valleys Set the stars like campfire flames Let the wind howl low at midnight Like a pony calling home And the thunder in the distance Sounds like hoofbeats on the stone God must’ve been a cowboy His hands caressed the western lands Made freedom an open range Where the rivers run like silver And the mountains guard the plains Yeah, God must’ve been a cowboy ’Cause He knew a cowboy’s ways And when my ride is over At the closing of my days I’ll follow that dusty sunrise Where the good Lord lights the way And I’ll know I’m finally homeward When I hear the angels say… God must’ve been a cowboy His hands caressed the western lands Made freedom an open range Where the rivers run like silver And the mountains guard the plains Yeah, God must’ve been a cowboy ’Cause He knew a cowboy’s ways And He still rides beside me On the trails I take each day So I’ll tip my hat at sundown To the Maker of the sky ’Cause the stars He hangs above me Ain’t just shining they’re a sign That the One who shaped creation Still rides the great divide.
