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I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy
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Loving the cowboy ways
Pursuing the life of my high riding heroes
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I burned up my childhood days
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I learned all the rules of the modern day drifter
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Don't you hold onto nothing too long
G D
Just take what you need from the ladies
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Then leave them the words of a sad country song
[Chorus]
G D
My heroes have always been cowboys
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And they still are it seems
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Sadly in search of but one step in back of
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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 words of my years fade away
Old worn out saddles old worn out
Memories with no one and no place to stay
[Chorus]
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