I grew up a-dreamin′ of bein' a cowboy
And lovin′ the cowboy ways
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroesI burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of a modern-day drifter
Don′t you hold on to nothin′ too long
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, but 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 can die from the cold in the arms of a night man
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
With 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
