Christmas For Cowboys

Tall in the saddle, we spend Christmas Day, driving the cattle over snow covered-plains. All of the good gifts given today, ours is the sky and the wide open range. Back in the cities they have different ways, football and eggnog and Christmas parades. I`ll take my saddle, I`ll take the reins, It`s Christmas for cowboys wide-open plains. A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night, the stars overhead are Christmas tree lights. The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray, It`s Christmas for cowboys, wide-open plains. Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day, driving the cattle over snow-covered plains. All of the good gifts given today, ours is the sky and the wide open range. It`s Christmas for cowboys, wide open plains.