I grew up a-dreaming of being a cowboy
Loving the cowboy ways
Pursuing the life of my high-riding heroes
I burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of the modern-day drifter
Don't you hold on to 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, but 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 your best days are gone
Picking up hookers instead of my pen
I let the worsd 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-moving dreams