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