I grew up a-dreamin'
of bein' a cowboy
And lovin'
the cowboy ways
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes
I burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of a modern-day drifter
Don't you hold on to nothin' too long
Just take what you need from the ladies
And then leave them in the words of a sad country song
My heroes have always been cowboys And they still are,
it seems
Sadly in search of one steppin' back of themselves
And their slow-movin' dreams
Cowboys are special Their own brand of misery from bein' alone
too long
You could die from the cold in the arms of
a nightmare Knowin' well your best days are gone
Pickin' up ladies instead of my pen
Let the words of my youth fade away
Old worn-out saddles And old worn-out memories
With no one and no place to stay My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are,
it seems Sadly in search of one steppin' back of themselves
And their slow-movin' dreams