D
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
E7 A7
I burned up my childhood days
D
I learned all the rules of the modern day drifter
G D
Don't you hold onto nothing too long
G D G
Just take what you need from the ladies then leave them
D A7 D
With the words of a sad country song
G D
My he-roes have always been cowboys
E7 A7
And they still are it seems
G D G
Sadly in search of but one step in back of
D A7 D
Them-selves and their slow moving dreams
D
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
G D
From being alone too long
G D
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
E7 A7
Knowing well your best days are gone
D
Picking up hookers instead of my pen
G D
I let the words of my years fade a-way
G D G
Old worn out saddles old worn out mem-ories
D A7 D
With no one and no place to stay
G D
My he-roes have always been cowboys
E7 A7
And they still are it seems
G D G
Sadly in search of but one step in back of
D A7 D
Them-selves and their slow moving dreams
G D G
Sadly in search of but one step in back of
D A7 G D
Them-selves and their slow moving dreams
