Jars of Clay
Christmas for Cowboys
Tall in the saddle, we spend Christmas Day
Driving the cattle over snow covered-plains
All of the good gifts given today
Ours is the sky and the wide open range
Back in the cities they have different ways
Football and eggnog and Christmas parades
I'll take my blanket, I'll take the reins
It's Christmas for cowboys on the wide-open plains
A campfire for warmth as we stop for the night
The stars overhead are Christmas tree lights
The wind sings a hymn as we bow down to pray
It's Christmas for cowboys, in the wide-open range
Tall in the saddle we spend Christmas Day
Driving the cattle over snow-covered plains
So many gifts are opened today
Ours is the sky and the wide open range
It's Christmas for cowboys, on the wide open plains