My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys

I grew up dreaming

Of being a cowboy

And loving the cowboy ways

Pursuing the life of my high riding heros

I burned up my childhood days

I learned all the rules

Of a modern day drifter

Don't you hold onto nothing 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-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

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-moving dreams

Sadly in search of and one step in back of

Themselves and their slow-moving dreams