I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy
Loving the cowboy ways
I burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of the modern day drifter
Don't you hold onto nothing too long
Just take what you need from the ladies
Then leave them 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 moving dreams
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
From being alone too long
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
Knowing well your best days are gone
Picking up hookers instead of my pen
I let the words of my years fade away
Old worn out saddles 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 but one step in back of
Themselves and their slow moving dreams
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