One, two, three
I've seen my home team bring home state
'Cause number fifthteen took 'em all the way
I've prayed for Sun and it poured down rain
Felt steady ground start to shake
I've been sowin' seeds with no flowers yet
But I'll still sing from the Wild West
Our Father way up high
The one who paints the Texas sky
I'll say: How good is Your name?
Could you make this place a little like it is in Heaven?
And fill our table
Forgive, forget, and keep us grateful
And oh, Lord, if You're able, keep that crazy way out there
It's all Yours, always been
That's why all of my days end with the cowgirl's prayer
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh
It ain't as good as Your son did it
When I get it wrong, You still get it
When I fall short of that mark, I miss it (ah)
I use sinners' words, but You still listen
Our Father way up high
The one who paints the Texas sky
I'll say: How good is Your name?
Could You make this place a little like it is in Heaven?
And fill our table
Forgive, forget, and keep us grateful
And oh, Lord, if You're able, keep that crazy way out there
It's all Yours, always been
That's why all of my days end with the cowgirl's prayer
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh
With the cowgirl's prayer
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh
I've been sowin' seeds with no flowers yet
But I'll still sing from the Wild West
Our Father way up high
The one who paints the Texas sky
I'll say: How good is Your name?
Could you make this place a little like it is in Heaven?
And fill our table
Forgive, forget, and keep us grateful
And oh, Lord, if You're able, keep that crazy way out there
It's all Yours, always been
That's why all of my days end with the cowgirl's prayer
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh
With the cowgirl's prayer
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
