Sittin' on an airplane, headin' to CheyenneA bull on his mind and his hat in his handHe tried to thread a saddle in the overhead bendThe stewardess said, I'm sorry sir, you'll have to check it inHe's an airborne cowboyHis world keeps a-spinnin' around and aroundHe's an airborne cowboyHe don't know where he's at until he hits the groundHunkered on the back of a raging stormHe's diggin' in his spurs and strainin' on his armWell, the gate flew open and the big bull grinnedThe next thing you know, our boys are flyin' againHe's an airborne cowboyHe's an airborne cowboyHis world keeps a-spinnin' around and aroundHe's an airborne cowboyHe don't know what he's broke until he hits the groundWell, sometimes he gets luckyBut mostly he don'tHe's bettin' me well, but I'd say he won'tBeen a little bit touched since the day he was bornI guess you gotta be a fool to *** a bull by the hornHe's an airborne cowboyHis world keeps a-spinnin' around and aroundHe's an airborne cowboyHe don't know where he's at until he hits the groundHe's an airborne cowboyWell, he don't know where he's at until he hits the groundWell, he don't know what he's at until he hits the groundWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohWhoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh, oh tripThank you.