The Singing Scoutmaster: My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys.

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I Dgrew up dreaming of being a cowboy

And GLoving the cowboy Dways

DPursuing the life of my high riding heroes

I E7burned up my childhood A7days

I Dlearned all the rules of the modern day drifter

GDon't you hold onto nothing too Dlong

Just Gtake what you need from the Dladies then Gleave them

With the Dwords of a A7sad country Dsong

My he-Groes have always been Dcowboys

E7And they still are it A7seems

GSadly in search of Dbut one step in Gback of

Them-Dselves and their A7slow moving Ddreams

DCowboys are special with their own brand of misery

From Gbeing alone too Dlong

You Gcould die from the cold in the arms of a Dnightmare

Knowing E7well your best days are A7gone

DPicking up hookers instead of my pen

I let Gthe words of my years fade a-Dway

Old Gworn out saddles old Dworn out mem-Gories

With Dno one and A7no place to Dstay

My he-Groes have always been Dcowboys

E7And they still are it A7seems

GSadly in search of Dbut one step in Gback of

Them-Dselves and their A7slow moving Ddreams

GSadly in search of Dbut one step in Gback of

Them-Dselves and their A7slow moving Gdreams D