I grew up adreamin of bein a cowboy And lovin the cowboy ways Pursuin the life of my highridin heroes I burned up my childhood days I learned all the rules of the modernday drifter Dont 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, but one step in back of Themselves and their slowmovin 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 nightman Knowin well that your best days are gone Pickin up hookers instead of my pen I let the words of my years fade away Old wornout saddles, and old wornout 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 slowmovin dreams You might also likeSadly, in search of, but one step in back of Themselves and their slowmovin dreams
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