My heroes have always been cowboys

I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy,
Lovin' the cowboy ways
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes,
I burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of the 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, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow-movin' 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,
Knowin' well your best days are gone
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen,
I let the words of my years fade away
Old worn-out saddles, an '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-movin' dreams