The Cowman’s Prayer
Now, O Lord, please lend me thine ear
The prayer of a cattleman to hear
No doubt the prayers may seem strange
But I want you to bless our cattle range.
Bless the round-ups year by year
And don’t forget the growing steer
Water the lands with brooks and rills
For my cattle that roam on a thousand hills.
Prairie fires, won’t you please stop?
Let thunder roll and water drop
It frightens me to see the smoke
Unless it’s stopped, I’ll go dead broke.
As you, O Lord, my herd behold
It represents a sack of gold
I think at least five cents a pound
Will be the price of beef the year round.
One thing more and then I’m through
Instead of one calf, give my cows two
I may pray different from other men
But I’ve had my say, and now, Amen.