I grew up a-dreamin'bein'cowboy, and Lovin'cowboy ways. Pursuin'lifemy high-ridin' heroes, I burned up my childhood days. I learnedallrulesthe modern-day drifter, Don't you hold onnothin' too long. Just take what you need fromladies, then leave them, Withwordsa sad country song. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are,seems. Sadly,search of, but one stepback of, Themselvestheir slow-movin' dreams.
Cowboys are special with their own brandmisery, From being alone too long. You could die fromcoldthe armsa nightmare, Knowin' well that your best days are gone. Pickin' up hookers insteadmy pen, I letwordsmy years fade away. Old worn-out saddles,'old worn-out memories, With no oneno placestay.
My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are,seems. Sadly,search of, but one stepback of, Themselvestheir slow-movin' dreams.
Sadly,search of, but one stepback of, Themselvestheir slow-movin' dreams.