The Cowboy's Faith (No Horses in Heaven) What's that, sir, no horses in heaven you say Hold on, Mr. Preacher, don't talk that way Don't call it a country of pleasures and rest For us sun-dried punchers out here in the west Unless there's some horses across the Divide That we can lasso and pal with and ride We don't want no wings, or a harp, don't you see We want to live on in a land that is free Where mesquite ain't thick and the fences are few And all honest cowboys have something to do We want just a blanket out under the sky Where we can count stars and the clouds floating by We want the night song of the cricket and owl We want to get lonesome when coyotes howl I'll pine there in Heaven, if Pinto ain't there To leave him behind, sir, to me won't look square Us two have been pardners for seven long years A ridin' on circle and trailin' the steers So when I checks in and lay down my rope I ain't got much gospel, but this is my hope I'll step through the darkness along trails that's strange And find Pinto waiting up there on the range This is from the collection of Stella Hendren of Kooskia, Idaho, by way of Austin and Alta Fife's book, Heaven on Horseback. There was no tune printed. JN JN
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