Airborne Cowboy - Chris Ledoux

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 spinnin' 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 ragin' storm

He’s diggin' in his spurs a strainin' on his arm

Well the gate flew open and the big bull grinned

And the next thing you know our boy’s a’flyin' again

He’s an airborne cowboy

His world is a spinnin' 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 bettin' 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 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

His world keeps a spinnin' around and around

He’s an airborne cowboy

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