I ain't much good at prayin' - Lord,
and You may not know me.
For I ain't much seen in Churches,
where they preach Thy Holy Word.
But you may have seen me, Lord,
out here on the lonely plains.
A-lookin' after cattle, and feelin'
thankful when it rains.
Admirin' Thy great hanidwork.
the miracle of the grass -
Aware of thy kind Spirit,
in the way it comes to pass -
That hired help on horseback,
and the cattle that we tend -
Can look up at the stars at night,
and know we've got a Friend.
So here's Ol' Christmas comin' on,
reminding us again
Of Him whose coming brought good will
into the hearts of men.
A cowboy ain't no preacher, Lord,
but if you'll hear my prayer -
I'll ask as good as we have got -
for all men everywhere.
Don't let no hearts be bitter, Lord.
Don't let no child be cold.
Make easy the beds for them that's sick,
and them that's weak and old.
Let kindness bless the trail we ride,
no matter what we're after.
And sorta keep us on Your side,
in tears as well as laughter.
I've seen old cows a-starvin' -
it ain't no happy sight.
Please don't leave no one hungry, Lord,
On Thy Good Christmas Night.
No man, no child, no woman,
and no critter on four feet.
I'll do my doggone best to help You
find them chuck to eat.
I'm just a sinful cowpoke, Lord,
ain't got no business paryin'
But still I hope You'll ketch a word
or two, of what I'm sayin'.
We speak of Merry Christmas, Lord,
but I reckon You'll agree -
There ain't no Merry Christmas,
for nobody that ain't free!
So one thing more I ask of You, Lord,
just help us what You can
To save some seeds of freedom -
for the future Sons of Man.