What Am I Doing Here (Murphey Michael Martin)

Starin' at the south end of north bound cattle Slavin' in the saddle all day You've got to be some kind of natural born fool To want to live your life this way 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 So what am I doing here Lord? What am I doing here? There's got to be something better up there So what am I doing here? Sometimes I wonder in the lightning and the thunder If a cowboy's even got a prayer And why'd you have to make it so hard down here When things are so much better up there 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 'til the day he dies"