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
