| Lyrics: | I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy,
and Lovin' the cowboy ways.
Pursuin' the life of my
high-ridin' heroes,
I burned up my childhood days.
I learned of 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
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 worn-out saddles, and '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.
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their
slow-movin' dreams. |
