My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys

I grew up a-dreamin'

Of being a cowboy

And lovin' the cowboy way.

Persuin' the lives

Of my high-riding heroes

Burned up my childhood days.

I learned all the rules of

A modern-day drifter:

Don't ya hold on to nothin' for to long.

Just take what you need

From the ladies and 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

And one step in back of

Themselves and their slow moving dreams.

Cowboys are special,
With their own brand of mis'ry
From being alone for too long.
Lyin' in the cold
In the arms of a nightmare
Knowing well that your best days are done.
Pickin' up hookers
Instead of my pen
I let the words of my youth slip away.
And old broke down saddles
And old worn out mem'ries
With no one, and no place to stay.