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, 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 being alone too long You could die from the 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.