I grew up a dreaming of being a cowboy and lovin' the cowboy ways

Pursuin' the life of my high ridin' heroes I burned up my childhood days

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

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 movin' dreams



Cowboys are special with their own brand of mis'ry from being alone too long

You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare

Knowin' well that your best days're gone

Picking up hookers instead of my pen I let the words of my youth fade away

Old wornout saddles and old wornout mem'ries with no one and no place to stay

My heroes have always been cowboys...