Starin' at the south end of north bound cattle   Slavin' in the saddle all day   You've got to be some kind of natural born fool   To want to live your life this way      Well it can't be the cooking, it sure ain't the money   The devil made the horse that I ride   The days are too long and the nights are too short   And the boss ain't never satisfied      So what am I doing here Lord? What am I doing here?   There's got to be something better up there   So what am I doing here?      Sometimes I wonder in the lightning and the thunder   If a cowboy's even got a prayer   And why'd you have to make it so hard down here   When things are so much better up there      Now the Lord called His angels all around the throne   Said, "Boys I must be wastin' my time   'Cause I thought I gave the cowboy a pretty good life   Now he's complaining 'til the day he dies"