Most folks I know have a Bible..
They’d often use its wondrous words,
To pray and talk to God..But I have a different view..
Thee and Thou are just plan odd, I’d rather it was, You and Me..
When this cowboy speaks to God..
There’s nothing that lifts the spirit more,
As Heavenward We Plod..But I still to You and Me,
When the cowboy speaks to God..
The preacher speaks the Holy Word,
He’d thumb, read and pause, as the congregation hold there,
Amen’s and Applause,
As that cowboy preacher spoke of God.
And Daddy would open the Good Book,
He’d read and gently nod. I’d hear him speak of You and Me,
When that cowboy would speak to God.
It’s been awhile since daddy’s passed,
But not he’s words to Me. There within my heart each day.
When this cowboy speaks to God..
And when this life is done, And golden streets I trod,
I know it will be You and Me,
When this cowboy speaks to God…