. . I grew up a dreamin'
of being 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 then leave
them With the words
of a sad country song
My heroes have always
been cowboys
and they still are
it seems
Sadly in search of
and one step in back of
themselves and their
slow-movin' dreams
Cowboys are special
With their own
brand of misery
from bein' alone too long
You could die from cold
in the arms of a nightmare
knoWin' well
that your best days are gone
Pickin' up hookers
instead of my pen
I let the words
of my youth fade away
Old worn-out saddles
and old worn-out memories
but no one
and no place to stay
My heroes have always
been cowboys
and they still are
it seems
Sadly in search of
and one step in back of
themselves and their
slow-movin' dreams
Sadly in search of
and one step in back of
themselves and their
slow-movin' dreams