My Heroes Have Always Been Cow

I grew up a dreaming of being a cowboy

And loving the cowboy ways

Pursuing the life of my high riding heroes

I burned up my childhood days

I learned all the rules of a modern day drifter

Don't you hold on to nothing too long

Just take what you need from the ladies

Then leave them

From 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 my life

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 that your best days are gone

Picking up hookers instead of my pen

Let the words of my youth fade away

Old worn out saddles, and old worn out memories

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 my life

Themselves and their slow moving dreams

Sadly, in search of, but one step in my life

Themselves and their slow moving dreams