Airborne Cowboy
(Shawn Camp/Kostas)
Sitting on an airplane heading to Cheyenne
A bull on his mind and his hat in his hand
He tried to fit his saddle in the overhead bin
The stewardess said I'm sorry sir you'll have to check it in
CHORUS
He's an airborne cowboy
His world keeps a spinnin' around and around
He's an airborne cowboy
He don’t know where he's at until he hits the ground
Hunkered on the back of a ragin' storm
He’s diggin' in his spurs a strainin' on his arm
Well the gate flew open and the big bull grinned
And the next thing you know our boys are flyin' again
He’s an airborne cowboy
His world is a spinnin' around and around
He’s an airborne cowboy
He don’t know what he’s broke until he hits the ground
Well sometimes he gets lucky, but mostly he don’t
He’s bettin' he will but the odds say he won’t
And a little bit touched since the day he was born
I guess you gotta be a fool to grab a bull by the horns
CHORUS x 2
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