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 of all the rules of the 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 years 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 but one step in back of

Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams

Sadly in search of but one step in back of

Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams