D
I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy
G D
And loving the cowboy ways.
D
Pursuing the life of my high riding heroes
E A
I burned up my childhood days.
D
I learned all the rules of a moder day drifter
G D
Donut you hold on to nothing too long
G D G
Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them
D A D
With the words of a sad country song.
[Chorus]
G D
My heroes have always been cowboys
E A
And they still are it seems
G D G
Sadly in search of and one step in back of
D A D
Themselves and their slow moving dreams.
D
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
G D
From being alone too long.
D
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
E A
Knowing well that your best days are gone
D
Picking up hookers instead of my pen
G D
I let the words of my youth fade away.
G D G
Old worn out saddles and old worm out memories
D A D
With no one and no place to stay.