Airborne Cowboy

Sittin' on an airplane, headin' to Cheyenne

A bull on his mind and his hat in his hand

He tried to fit his saddle in the overhead bin

The stewardess said, "I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to check it in"

He's an airborne cowboy

His world keeps spinnin' around and around

He's an airborne cowboy

He don't know where he's at until he hits the ground

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Hunkered on the back of a ragin' storm

He's diggin' in his spurs and strainin' on his arm

Well, the gate flew open and the big bull grinned

The next thing you know, our boy's flyin' again

He's an airborne cowboy

His world is spinnin' around and around

He's an airborne cowboy

He don't know what he's broke until he hits the ground

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Well, sometimes he gets lucky, but mostly he don't

He's bettin' he will, but the odds say he won't

And a little bit touched since the day he was born

I guess you gotta be a fool to grab a bull by the horns

He's an airborne cowboy

His world keeps spinnin' around and around

He's an airborne cowboy

He don't know where he's at until he hits the ground

He's an airborne cowboy

Oh well, he don't know where he's at until he hits the ground