I grew up a dreaming of being a cowboy
And loving the cowboy ways
Pursuing 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 mis'ry from being alone too long
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
Knowing well that your best days are gone.
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen
I let the words of my youth fade away
Old wornout saddles and old wornout mem'ries
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...
And loving the cowboy ways
Pursuing 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 mis'ry from being alone too long
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
Knowing well that your best days are gone.
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen
I let the words of my youth fade away
Old wornout saddles and old wornout mem'ries
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...