Verse 1
I grew up dreamin’ of bein’ a cowboy
And lovin’ the cowboy ways
Pursuin’ the life of my high-ridin’ heroes
I burned up my childhood days
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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
Were the words of a sad country song
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Chorus
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are, it seems
Sadly, in search of, took one step in back of
Themselves and their slow-movin’ dreams
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Verse 2
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
From bein’ alone too long
You can die from the cold in the arms of a night, man
Knowin’ well that your best days are gone
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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
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Chorus