Airborne Cowboy

Sitting on an airplane heading 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 a spinning around and around
He's an airborne cowboy
He don't know where he's at until he hits the ground

Hunkered on the back of a raging storm
He's digging in his spurs a straining on his arm
Well the gate flew open and the big bull grinned
And the next thing you know our boy's a'flying again

He's an airborne cowboy
His world is a spinning around and around
He's an airborne cowboy
He don't know what he's broke until he hits the ground

Well, sometimes he gets lucky, but mostly he don't
He's betting he will but the odds say he won't
He's been 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 a spinning 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
His world keeps a spinning around and around
He's an airborne cowboy
He don't know where he's at until he hits the ground