"Cowboys Prayer" genre: Christian Country
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	A story written by my Father "Buddy Quinn" about a cowboy asking the Lord for one last favor!
	Credits: Written By: Buddy Quinn - Performed By: Doc Quinn
	Story Behind the Song A story written by my Father "Buddy Quinn" about a cowboy asking the Lord for one last favor! Lyrics I was moping around the outer corrals of a friend of mine's ranch one day. When I seen this old gray haired cowboy, kneel down to the ground to pray. He said, "Good morning Sir, it's just me again, and I reckon I'm feeling alright, except yesterday's heat hung on for quite a spell and I didn't sleep much late last night. But, I thought I'd stop and kinda talk awhile just to let you know I'm still around. I haven't accomplished a lot lately Lord, I'm just trying to hold this cow job down. Now you know how it is in the cow game Lord, when the moisture all leaves the ground. The grass all dies and the sand starts to blow and it kinda of keeps the calf crop down. Ya see, the water holes are nearly dried up Lord and the cattle's getting thinner somewhat, but, five or six days of good heavy rain it'd sure help out a mighty lot. Now I ain't got no favors to ask for myself, I reckon things are alright by me, except that climb to my saddle gets higher everyday or maybe my knees are getting weak. So excuse me Sir for taking up your time but I had a few things to say, we could sure use a little bit of moisture Sir if you'd care to send a little bit our way." Well I slowly turned and I walked away and I stepped thru the door of a shed, and I was down right ashamed for standing so quite eaves-dropping the way that I did. Just to think this old man, just a common hard hand, although he never asked a thing for himself, yet he knelt and talked to God like a friend as he prayed for somebody else. Well, we missed that old man at breakfast next morn when he didn't sit down to his plate and when we went to the bunkhouse we'd found him dead but he died with a smile on his face. And if you should wonder if this story is true or if maybe it's just a refrain, when we buried that old cowboy that same afternoon it had already started to rain. © Doyle R. Quinn I 1963

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