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