Letras
It's a valley by a creek with a mountain view
Fallen pine trees are front-row pews, mhm
Meadowlark singing just like a choir
Ain't no talk of brimstone-fire, mhm
Pots and pans and a King James bible
A hungry sinner sitting in the saddle
Ain't no steeple, ain't no cross
Out on the range just talking to God
Who knew heaven was right here on Earth
This right here is a cowboy's church
Peace blows through like a tumbleweed
Stars at night like you've never seen, mhm
Got red dirt stains on the knees and hands
Ain't no doubt this is Holy Land
Ain't no steeple, ain't no cross
Out on the range just talking to God
Who knew heaven was right here on Earth
This right here is a cowboy's church
Mhm
Ain't no steeple, ain't no cross
Out on the range just talking to God
Who knew heaven was right here on Earth
This right here is a cowboy's church
Yeah, this right here is a cowboy's church
Ain't no doubt this is holy land
Mhm