Standard (EADGBE)

 1: 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

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

 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

Bridge

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

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