E E/G# A E
1: Starin' at the south end of north bound cattle
C#m B
Slavin' in the saddle all day
E E/G# A F#
You've got to be some kind of natural born fool
E/B B A E B
To want to live your life this way
2: Well it can't be the cooking, it sure ain't the money
The devil made the horse that I ride
The days are too long and the nights are too short
And the boss ain't never satisfied
CHORUS
E E/G# A E C#m F#m B
So what am I doing here Lord, what am I doing here
E E/G# A F#
There's got to be something better up there
E/B A E
So what am I doing here
BRIDGE
C#m G#m
Sometimes I wonder in the lightning and the thunder
A B E G#7
If a cowboy's even got a prayer
C#m G#m
And why'd you have to make it so hard down here
F#7 B
When things are so much better up there
3: Now the Lord called his angels all around the throne
Said boys I must be wastin' my time
'Cause I thought I gave the cowboy a pretty good life
Now he's complaining 'till the day he dies
repeat chorus twice
